Bloody, beaten, scarred and maimed,
How we suffered for our name,
A name that brings out pride and hope,
The name that takes us cross the scope,
A name that came forth from these hands,
The name I know my child must brand,
A name that all our children sing,
The name is freedom, Let it ring...
The nightmare:
What have they done with my pain?
What was the use? It’s all the same,
We bought them freedom, with our blood,
Look how they drag it, through the mud,
So much violence, so much rage,
Love and peace locked in their cage,
That one word, we all did dread,
Is what we see as young go dead.
Was it worth it? Pain and toil,
Was it worth the sweat and boils?
We fought for freedom, not bonds or chains,
But we’re all still slaves... within our brains.
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