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We are the children of the golden land.

Our ancestors of leader men & women.

People of faith!

Our heritage speaks of courage when our ancestors

Bore the pain of the lash.

A gash of pain, our bodies ache in vain.

For there is none when a person’s life is done,

the heart shatters apart.

Lamenting of a past beyond the sea

There is nowhere else I rather be,

me and my people.