Herald the claim that beseiged a nation veiled
That set a bound sould free again
From an epoch of shoddy trade
That saw a bondsman in trade florish
As many murky soles thronged to stall
With same twosome limbs as the wench
Bless a heart that seek to know why
Why a lighter shade is better than dark
The royal scroll disentangled
At the abolitionist's will,
I am a will, I am a force
Cry out to others that we equal now
The roy' scroll has unravelled
Our wild fate
Joy in our valley, peace on our lan'
Our 'pressor's hands are fallen to dust
The leash, the chain, is broken
We'll rejoice now till kingdom come
And our song shalt to world end
forever be heard
Gbenga Diran Afolabi
Copyright ©2008 Gbenga Diran Afolabi
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