Beautiful people
Removed from their land
By God’s hand
They were forced on to someone else’s land
They took their stand
But nothing could stop the beautiful people
From being caged
Far from where their soul was born
Separated and torn
They live disembodied lives
Filled with lies
As their soul was torn from their eyes
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