my people.

my people

toiled and groaned and ached and broke

my people

wanted to taste freedom, instead

the sweat that rolled down their foreheads, and into their eyes, down the bridge of their noses and onto their tongues

my people

fought and failed, weak but mighty

generations upon generations upon generations of excellence

here we are

on soil watered by the perspiration of our people

victory is still not yet ours