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my lord, what a morning…
wake up children!
let us not be dismayed…nor
allow our souls to be defiled…
hanging down like willow branches…
wake up children…
hear the hollering thunder
of the ancestors…echoing…come…
dance to the staccato rhythmic
rumbling of the trumpeting screams
of sable poetic spirits…
indeed…we are of two worlds…
indigenous and kidnapped…
yet we must not be schizophrenic
in our oneness of purpose: liberation…
thus…let us place our terra-cotta burdens
on the altar of the healing sun…
that their memories may be
as nourishing manna to our beings…
the new day has already begun…
wake up children…
cease your weeping and wailing…
dress yourselves in clothes of faith…
put on your new shoes of determination…
there’s a great camp-meeting journey
in the making…and you got to be ready…
the new day has already begun…
