We drowned in Dunbar creek
The first voices
We drowned the segregation god
Anyi bu Nde Igbo
We said no
And the slave raiders trembled
The first voices
Our defiance
To the plantation masters
No more
No more we said
We shall trek to Africa
And yes we drowned
On this creek
On this marsh lands
Our story has been told
And generations more
Would hear of our defiance
We are the seventy five
And in 1803
We made our landing.
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