Belittled children of the sun,
Birds in cages,
Of an identity lost and forgotten
Crosses on their shoulders,
Invisible chains tied them
Amid an ocean,
They are scattered Islands
Tears of the sun restore their energy
To rebuild skins so damaged
By poisons cooked by the bondage
Another day another coffin descends
Whose son or daughter is that?
Whos father or mother was that?
Yet, the crying never stops
For the promising brains of the fallen
And dead hero we celebrate
Tears of the sun
Want to irrigate their joy
By declaring their identity
Cry the sun out of pain
Be a brother's keeper, son
Make the sun smile
As you walk a glorious mile
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