Damian Semwayo
The faith of man, unyielding and strong,
From my origins, where history’s wrong.
Enslaved people of my color, bound by chains,
In God’s name, a paradox that remains.
Blinded by beliefs, confinements of the mind,
With shattered morals, they were designed.
But even now, I glimpse into their hearts,
Still blinded and stuck, unable to restart.
Rehabilitation, a challenging endeavor,
Who among us will rise and endeavor?
To take up the task, to lend a guiding hand,
And help them break free from their self-made strand.
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