Before the chains and bounds
Before the whips and cuts
Before our blood fed our grounds
Before the assaults that hurt.
Before the deceit and false trade
Before the strange religion that now reigns
Before the glittery gifts that looked tempting
Before the false peace they kept waving.
The song of our fathers
Flowing like the waters from our mouths
Singing and dancing round the naked fire
With joy we couldn’t count.
Tales from the elders beneath the silent moon
Folktales we thought were true
Our mother’s lap where we shared our pain
Her comforting songs when she sang our name.
Oh! I remember.
Many has forgotten our ways.
Written by: Ordeezy.
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