'None of them does anything good.'
Those were the nights you drowned me in sorrow
Those were the nights you feasted,
And I had nothing, but crumbs
I planted the fields
And you stole my crops
May GOD forgive, you -
That wreck families, communities,
Nations.
Lord, come save us all.
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