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And has made us to tread
On the walkway of anguish
You have weaved sadness on our hearts
After stitching optimism of empty promises
On our unclad mind
You have clothed us
With black attire of poverty
As you murder prosperity away
The homes fought for by our ancestors
Have now been dismantled
As you knit threads of new roads on them
The Lands inherited by our forefathers
Have now been decorated
For birds and beasts to tarry
But never forget that
When death pats your back to sleep
Your body shall be covered by the soil
So, will posterity see your name
Knitted on the sands of time
For great fashion or poor patches?
Written by: Jeremiah Peters
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