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Reborn


The simple things in life 

taken for granted

sorrows and pain

haunt the past

 

Every creed has

their horrors

The submerged 

fact that there was sin

 

The invasion of life

The crop of bloodshed

The imprisonment of creeds

Struggle

 

Bound in chains

African people

Gased and burned

Witches of belief

 

Guns and ships

Americans with whips

Tethered and enslaved

Natives take the hit

 

To forget 

the past of horrors

To strive

for new life

 

Equal

are you?

Peace

has it left?

 

Turmoil

of blood

Twist

of fate

 

Believe 

in a new 

Remember 

the pain

 

Reborn 

with new meaning

Creation

New life

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