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Our hope cannot be
Aborted, nor can
The love that binds us
And the miscarriages
Of justice can no longer
Be allowed to prevail;
For we are the bark
Of the tribal tree—the ebon
People’s warriors
Born free and guaranteed
To be when we die
But now we are defeating
Our losing oppressors
And will live free as we ought
And will surely be.
For with renewed strength
We are mounted up
Soaring with wings waving
Weariness wayward;
And our feet shall never tire:
For surely, “The Lord is [our]
Light and…salvation; whom
Shall [we] fear?
The Lord is the strength of
[Our] life; of whom
Shall [we] be afraid?”
