Be to your drums, ye children of the bright shining land, for the legends of yesterday. Howl, ye spirits of the ancestors. Awake to the cry, heed the tears of sons and daughters. Lust death in the jungle, death on the trail to the ocean, death on the sea has claimed them, their lives drowned in an ocean of despair, a voyage of no hope and no end
Malaika Mendes
@Ragafari · 4:33
And after the day of Jubilant freedom the attacked master retains the dog and the nightmare kingdom begins anew. How many times my people will you be chained and beaten? Not a few. I love you with an everlasting love and will save you from the bowels of disappear. Even when you fall into h***, I will come down and minister to you there
Malaika Mendes
@Ragafari · 4:47
Beneath the soil of a strange land where John crows gliding on the wind rules the bright blue skies foreigners inhabit the pristine beaches and the wild pig owns the steep bushy hillsides and over on that long foreshore where they would return no more. And once familiar breezes cool, parching, hot nights, a restless, seething, populous cringe huddled on the brink, shackled by the greed of ambitious overlords. Home again, and still no hope in sight