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Clouded Democracy
our stolen heritage, seen across the sea. O racial segregation, where are our rights interacting with whites, their bastions to bar colleges of custom for our colored citizens. Denied by color for education in America sweeping streets, beaten and bruised, begging water by the forbidden fountain. Ships sailing a million souls from abroad sold as slaves standing staring in hope - Not the fearful slums in the back garden drunk and drugged, mercilessly crying - “O God, why you the Savior to die hanging from a tree like me, swinging the white folks version of transgressions?" Our oracle in the sky, a new President Obama from Africa, his stolen heritage. The man to stand for the rights of Americans, free from prejudice to study for a degree, in a democracy that once depended on color; who, when and where are you, trying to vote as a slave from Africa, without an education? "God be praised for liberation theology salvation."
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