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Ancestral impact
When others took their liquor ahead
I took my time and read ahead
In searching on how the grievance started
And went to meet with the past heroes
To give vision to my mission



And dinning with them makes my life
Brunt out of the Grief in me
Of the past heroes deed
How negligence has made
Them lose their race for lackluster


For mere mirror
To men with no vision
In quest of modern barter
And your generationa inherited the curse
So sad to say you are fools


I wailed in pain
When I finally realized
Our tradition was once bright
But was turn into pit
And ask them why?


I yelled in annoyance
Father father what have you done?
You make our race to suffer
In the hands of jingling gaolers key
With wickedness of iron an fire
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