Victory is mine in the slavetown
Everywhere I go beyond my stupor
Even times stampede
The glorious morning of dreams
Often the days of accomplishment
The pattern of accomplishment,
Then swings in favor of prosperity
then changes that come being freedom
And justice to every achiever never dies
It stays with victor and not with the looser
He who makes hays in the slavetown and freetown
Is a destiny builder of many generations
But who will help him when vicious times spite him hard?
None and life is strange and quite unfair.
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