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Mar 20
every
word and thought
brands the mark of slavery
the mark of Satan
the mark of the beast
upon
their backs and shoulders
of a stolen People
from
the
sweet Motherland of Africa
without
being breastfed anymore
shall
hoist the sails of slave ships
bound for
the
new world
Written by
Stu Harley
43
   Weeping willow
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