Ooh Beander to be burned,
ooh remover to be removed.
Yesterday my fore fathers were taking seep from the masters,
Were like dogs of which cant bark able,
their conscience were sleeping in midnights of sorrows,
their senses and original instincts we gone,
The master killed them alive.
their view was can't be heard, authority was an authority.
Struggling for a bread and earns peanuts for the FAMILIES of their own.
Master against servants, nor servants against master,
History brought mystery in MAN, awakens the worst from us.
Wish i was a cobbler to stitch their wounding HEARTS in graveyards.
Wish to awakens their sleeping conscience embedded in Whites vineyards,
i never hath meant to create the worst from man, but awareness of hell.
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