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My opened eyes is null to receive thy presence
My heart hurts a lot
Seeing tears drilling
Their faces.
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I perceived their complaint
I,A fellow with the same heart as theirs
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Perplexed they were
Their kins
Their eyes
Their pains
Their hope,wept with them.
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Lonliness was their friend
Happiness wasn't around
When their rights was stablished into slavery.
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They were there
They were here
I wasn't there
You weren't here,
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When their silent prayers
Travelled as flames into the sky where their voices were yet to be heard.
Mused...2016©