I was a slave and you were my master
Gave me a new name to call to the father
I experienced Gods presents in the spirit of the trees
You called it blasphemy to the maker of the seven seas
But did God not create the beasts and the land?
Such are the views which wars seek to defend
Animals don't have mortal souls - only humans go to heaven
Yet you bury the creature with honour unworthy of a heathen.
A mutual ground must be found to avoid an uprising
Speeches bargained, actions exchanged and now - subsiding
Don't call me a white, because i am no longer your master
Don't call me a black, because I'm no longer your slave.
I forsake the ways of my people only to falter
The beauty of a free warrior is within an honourable grave
I die not from perishing, but perish from this system which chains me
You fear death itself - i fear in which manner i will cease to be
Indeed our strength's lie within our diversity.
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At last we are no longer the slaves, like the the leaves which blew aimless, driven by by the winds controled by the Europeans.
Erast... some people are not free by conscience, yet they are not aware they does.
Carry on with the revolution friend. We gotta be free NOW
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