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The Seed of Nommo
Fallen from Dogon skies
Travelled through interstellar streets
Within the spaces of my head
Africa sings the songs of hope
Even as rivers tumble and fall
Bellowing sounds deep as memories
Of those days and nights of love and peace
Before the hurricanes and floods of repression arrived
Firmly we stand to count our dreams on fingers
That point at the enemies of freedom!
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