THY LAND, I FORGET NOT.

Mother, you know,
I cherish thee.
I cherish thee from thy hearts.
For thy love is as pure as gold.
But thy anger; A deadly hate.

You taught me never to forget thy root.
The black race,
race with black blood from thy veins.
In joy, we praise thee.
For when we chase other lovers,
to enjoy the joyful pleasures that cause us sorrows.
You still open thy hands to welcome us.

In prodigal, come we.
Taking our vessels for sacrifices.
For even when we forget our roots.
Our roots can’t forget us.

We are your children.
True born of thy soul.
Even when, we cry a million tears in the far mundane between.
You would still hear us.

Thy beauty, I venerate.
Make me be like thee.
That the memes of life,
might bless us.
The blessings of a great mother.

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