That it was,
Was a lie.
Spoken of ill
That fate sought
Slavery!
I loathed
i mock
i soothed
Unspringed
Yet eternally sprouting,
To greens yielding eternally watered
Fresh of as of pyramids dawn twinkle,
That fate sought,
Knowledge!
A likened to memories ancient,
Of languages spoke
Egyptian mummies twigged!
That self structured,
That self ruined,
That self admired in from a distance
That fate sought,
Greatness!
That so is history
That told is hatred sown
That believed is enmity reaped
How equal that past sought
Black and white!
How superior thou stand!
How ugly thou stretch!
Colour they say,
wealth they preach,
Pain we reap,
That fate sought,
Pity!
one love!
so they think!
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