Clamour in the thick of things They hurt your ego This hurts my soul Stand up for your ethos I stand for my right Given at birth Say your piece Leaving me in peace For I owe no one an apology
This hurts where it matters most That is my concern If my cries disturb your peace Find another locus to rest your ears But cry I will to ease my pains I care not for your claims For I owe nobody an apology
This is my papa's land Just as it is your papa's land We are of one clan But yours is to plan To usurp my birth right Which you cannot get without a fight So apologies are not gonna come This is for me a home To defend and die for
The field is open and free Even if some try to control Or dominate this papa's land The struggle to regain lost Ground would continue unabated Till freedom is gotten back Until then we shall not be moved I then will sing a sweet song The one sang by freedom lovers Every where in this world For the joy would then swell my heart This is so all know That my quest is a living quest That will not die ever I never say never But that is for the clever Not me with my thick stuffy brain All it takes in is My need to be free
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Posted - 03 Jul 2011 : 00:42:28
