Lee Baiden

I know I cannot come back again to life and choice,
After the two different paths seeking my attention-
I could leave the narrow way, not lend my pen or voice
To the needy, not stay right nor oppose oppression;
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Now you´re old, you no longer need the mirror
Who shows you only what you want to see;
Embrace the self you have long made a stranger
To your identity- your religion, heritage and ancestry;
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Ask the vulture, she sure knows the end of war;
Ask the Hyena, she´s often been at famineś door;
Go to Gold Coast, you´d find some Castleś gatekeeper
Telling of ancestral tales of Slavery and apartheid;
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God, man and nature-
Or Time, Life and Immortality-
Don't I have a murmur
Against you beneath the sun's canopy?
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We asked but received not; we knocked, was pretty hard felt,
But the door hasn't opened since Adam; we asked amiss?
Need we walk the Sahara this long from the Congo's dazzling belt?
We sow, others reap; we buy others use; you build another inhabits;
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