We are brethens
Not all by blood
But rather by our crude past

We are not from one blood
But we are bounded by blood
The blood we took and bled as one

The blood lashed out in our huts
To please the ones above
And to exualt the ones before us

The blood we bled in the inhumane ships
The ones that did waste from old shackles
The ones dried on the sand from whips on our back

The blood we bled to uphold our pride
The blood bled from protecting our treasures
The blood bled in defending our names

we are united by our tears
The ones we shed from sorrows
The cries of joy nd tears of hope

The tears as our sons were gone by dawn
The tears as their suits stuck to the soil
The tears from fear of change

Forget not how we assembled to fight,
To struggle for our freedom,
Not just ours but that of our soil.

Even tho we were on oposing sides,
But thats the best thing about blood,
We fight in the dirt and later bathe together.

Like every family an individual must always feel ignored,
And as every matured and self-supposed negleted member,
He packs his bags and seeks for where he fits in.

Brothers ganged upon a brother,
How bloody and cruel your fight was,
We your children still taste the blood on out tongues.

The inguries are not yet healed up sincerely,
For thousands are in the soil now,
And they shout out for their vain irrelevant death.

Our stiches shall dry as the clock ticks,
With enough vitamins we shall recover,
Hopefully fast enough before its infection.

Sick , scared or sour,