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The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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We know who the killers are,
We have watched them strut before us
As proud as sick Mussolinis',
We have watched them strut before us
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In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood
By my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother
And wiped away my tears, and said : 'I have heard
The cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it.
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A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place
No singing sky-lark ever poised himself.
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It is darkest hour in our history,
Dark nights shrouded with mystery,
Keeping under heels and making mockery,
Liberty torch shine but under label of slavery,
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Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
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AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead
that return no more,
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(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters)
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
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The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower, --
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Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
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Colonialism in its last moments is pushed to the centre stage -
the recoiling phenomenon intensely illuminated
by The Flame Of Liberty.
Roused by the prospect of emancipatory freedom,
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When will this thirst for freedom slake?
When will our love of slavery die?
When will our Mother's fetters break?
When will our tribulations cease?
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COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus,
With clouds of mist,
And, like the boy who lops
The thistles' heads,
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Where would we go if told to leave
This land where our kidnapped forefathers grieved
For life as it once were
And not as destiny's mind perceived
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You that, like a dagger’s thrust,
Have entered my complaining heart,
You that, stronger than a host
Of demons, came, wild yet prepared;
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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is't not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
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I was here from the moment of the
Beginning, and here I am still. And
I shall remain here until the end
Of the world, for there is no
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About a decade had passed
Bertrand Russell had written
Why I Am Not a Christian
In 1957
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By Stanley Collymore
To the prized idiots, hypocrites and
purportedly Master Racers who
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Man is innocent but slavery makes him rustic
No one is free from servitude
Some are slaves to use metres in their poems
Some are uxorious
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Can slavery reparations dismantle systemic racism?
plantations are all over the planet.
slavery are everywhere.
that is a systemic racism.
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Young girls, innocent and pure, laughing, talking, feeling free and independent, holding gently, dearly, to their natural beauty and instincts.
Hoping to never have to change into what some man's image of what they want you to be like, not wanting you to be yourself, but a copy of what they expect you to be.
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honest Abe did you forget
or did you have no time
for a great wrong never righted
too busy embroiled in a civil war
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Of Canadian and American history
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
The mention of a year in print caught my eye
In the international edition of The Sunday New York Times,
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Allah has created
One of His best creatures mankind
For His slavery,
Only through slavery human beings have to satisfy Him
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Anyone who thinks slavery is a choice did not know the number of deaths,
The number of deaths,
Which occurred before the many rebellions,
Before the known revolutions.
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