By Emmanuella Iluebbey
For so long
Did we bow our heads into our hands.
Hands calloused and bruised,
Stained with the hardship of the earth.
They turned us into the monsters of their dreams,
Our labor extorted for their fortunes,
Our being a blunder to the eyes.
But our heroes,
Men and womenWith skin as brown as the earth itself
Forsook their own comfort,
And sacrificed their safety
For the greater good of their people.
Creation could never repay the ones
Who paved roads of gold,
You and I,
On the path of freedom.