Imagine a world without hate,
we take off the apparel of vanity
and wear the breastplate of love
...
You sit at the threshold
of good looking and flex
your glamour
...
The moon lived far off yet; we basked her
soft smile of comfort to enliven our life,
and from a distance innumerable;
...
Flux of grume weighed on index of legend
prompt songs and dance, a favour nature
planted in the blood of the common blacks
to occlude the surge of sorrow from the
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Take us to Europe and America -
the civilise enclosure of slavery,
though nature lives thousand miles away,
oppression lashes with gentle whip -
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