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WE WILL SURVIVE



Unless Father himself rolls the scroll
We will survive to survive another disaster
We will be ready but never ready enough
We will survive because that is how Father made us
To survive

We will live beyond the plague
We will care deeply until we seem not to care
We will strive to survive until we survive
Unless Father himself rolls the scroll

Whether our Kings are bought to sell us
And our chiefs enslave and become Kings and chiefs without men, we will live to live our lives out
We may have forgotten how we called God
But our creator did not forget how and why we are called

For a reason he made the Earth look least important in the eyes of men
And gold, diamond and all sorts of stones to be called precious
Yet what people called dirt held their feet, fed them and their children
What seems of least value will always prove to have the greatest value

My son do not forget that the many stories we write is a single story
The many biographies consolidate to one tale of human survival and death
It does not matter whether we are black or white
When the story ends it is will be just a tale of humanity rising or falling

Remember son, truth is never sweet when you hold an advantage
The hope of the oppressed is always your fear of the privileged  
But once a single man hopes for a race and never doubts
It shall come to pass whether in his life or after
One day blackness shall shine like light



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