Once when boys were men
On the lonely island of pen
In the center of the ocean
Poverty wasn't a word
Wealth was mutual
Fathers and sons united
Until he visited our gathering
Greased our land with contempt
There poverty became a word
And wealth became greed
His chains brought humiliation
Whips of segregation
Parting fathers and sons
A great pain on our kinsmen
Pain that dont only bleed
But dwindle our esteem
And erased our sense
Our sense of belonging
Crippled in that box
Indeed a deadly segregation
That lost our appetite
For our own taste
We have a path to take
To return from captivity
Captivity of our mind
To liberate slavery mentally
In order to rise
It's our task to break free the chains of segregation.
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