Page 25 - A People Called Afrika

Bent and broken, seen over the ages
Pens of blood and water re-writing the pages
Sages of beauty, slaves of Truth
Snatched from darkness, set in liberty
A long line of noble notes, the black side of music
Risen from the ashes, dressed in gold armor
A caravan of horses and a movement of spirits
For in the bent and broken furnace of heat and despair comes
the sound of the blue shofar of justice, bringing forth healing,
restoration and rebirth to the nations
For with the Afrikan narrative of blood and sacrifice
Comes the fourth note
The harmony of the sound from Afrika
For the emancipation of the sons of pride

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