On African Plains.
like wild horses, on African plains.
we run free despite those who doubt us.
doubt our survival.
we run free despite those who would cage us.
despite those who would change us.
An ancient fire looking for revival;
lurks in our bones and demands to be awakened.
so we remain wild.
despite those who would knock us down and put a bit in our mouths.
telling us our words mean nothing
and our hearts are better broken.
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