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For the time has come, and all of us can see You are not all is said to be Land of the free, a promise of liberty Only a distilled version of reality Because in this world, our eyes will never meet There is no connection between you and me Could it be the remembrance of southern trees Or the scent of magnolia in the breeze For you to believe you are still better than me? Be it colored, all that is outside of white My people put up a good fight Our eyes open but you wish them closed Souly to be forgotten Like the names of my ancestors I will never know Years of despair Our diaspora now everywhere Your destruction sails from sea to sea Berlin as the start, oh how you scattered us to parts A tryst of greed with some tea Railroads our only opened doors Forced onto this shore, we had always wanted more The motherland was never yours But fear is the only language you speak For the time has come and we all now see You were never one to bring peace And never what was said to be
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Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 5:42 PM UTC
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For the time has come, and all of us can see You are not all is said to be Land of the free, a promise of liberty Only a distilled version of reality Because in this world, our eyes will never meet There is no connection between you and me Could it be the remembrance of southern trees Or the scent of magnolia in the breeze For you to believe you are still better than me? Be it colored, all that is outside of white My people put up a good fight Our eyes open but you wish them closed Souly to be forgotten Like the names of my ancestors I will never know Years of despair Our diaspora now everywhere Your destruction sails from sea to sea Berlin as the start, oh how you scattered us to parts A tryst of greed with some tea Railroads our only opened doors Forced onto this shore, we had always wanted more The motherland was never yours But fear is the only language you speak For the time has come and we all now see You were never one to bring peace And never what was said to be
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Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 5:42 PM UTC
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