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- We crawled out of a golden book and spread across the land
- And whispered from the dust, they said, secured by angels’s hand.
- Were sent to a choice hemisphere, yet from God’s presence banned.
- We prospered, fruitful, multiplied, as if like grains of sand.
- And then they came to us in pairs to tell us we were lost.
- They took our culture, stripped it bare, and nailed it to a cross.
- Straightened our souls, split them in two; the rest they burned as dross.
- Clothed us in white, arm to the square, into the water tossed.
- But we weren’t fast enough for them to leave our savage ways;
- They scooped our children from our homes, so they instead could raise,
- To fold their arms, and break their bread, baptize them with a blaze,
- And bleach their skin to make them fair—delightsome was the phrase.
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