Where have my people gone
My son is now a man
He must know his people
Where have my people gone
My daughter is now a woman
She
Must know her people
My children are now grown
They
Must know their people
Where
Have they all gone
The answer
Can be heard in the wind
The answer
Can be seen in the sand
Come over here
And look
See the foot prints
Left by their blood
It stains the cobblestones we walk on
Reminding us of our people
As they wait
For us to celebrate their existence
Through the stories we tell
To our children
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