We are a people
Dogged with horrific past
Whose relics haunt
As did ghost to Hamlet.
We are a people
Confounded to a spot
Too scared to leap
Whose delight is in the dead past.
Grimy pang of the past
That breeds hatred in our young hearts
To polish rusty arms our fathers left
To separate, to loot and to maim.
Our past was terror filled
Leave it
Our past was a debacle
Flee from it.
Learn from across the boarder
Of Abraham who left his past to embrace his future
And many heroic characters in the historical books
Who Usain Bolt their life race.
There is light up there
Like the insects, lets move to it
With hands chained to help
The weak in our midst.
We are a people
As bright as the sun
As glorious as the moon
Let's bye our past, for future to come.
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