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 Voices Of The Ancestors
I can hear the voices of the ancestors cries,
I can see the hopeful tears in their eyes    
       as their prayers rise to the skies
I can hear them saying,
Chains won't last forever O my future seeds
We are your history whom died, suffered,
                and did bleed for our race
We won't honor anybody with shame in their face
                      because they are black
       We've lived and died long ago
But such a person keeps throwing these sacks
                           on our backs
                 From our former foe
We are the roots of the brave and strong
     Though our skin has vanished
       Our bones hum the tunes of
                a thousand mighty songs
     Listen to the voices of the strong cries
      Look at the resolute stare in our eyes
          We stir the angels in the skies
            Our brave spirit never dies

copyrights 2007
Robert Anthony James

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