Cultivating hope, as prisoners do
facing the barrel of a gun, the dusk of night, the power of the empire
standing tall as lions do
Proud like eagles
shackled like time
our eyes reflect liberation
black, white green, red
seeing hope
cultivating wind beneath our wings
until hope becomes reality
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