How can we?
Hair stands on my back
his words were clear:
"How can we? "
That was of men, women
enslaved on own lands
now set to, be freed.
Guarani's...Santa Cruz
"How can we earn our food?
our land needs to be tilled
we need seeds…"
Dead was there liberty, freedom
these people…birds in cage
the lions in a zoo.
Hair still standing on skin.
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