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Centuries of Pain The Ballad of Amadou Diallo Lorcan Otway

Amadou was born, where humanity sprang from, In a land forced to give away its best. Where a foreigners hand, stole the riches from the land even tearing her children from her breast. Verdant forests cut down, and gold ripped from the ground and her diamonds sparkling in many a foreign crown Ancient wisdom denied, history buried beneath lies hers a legacy of centuries of pain.

He came to a land of gold, where his homelands wealth was sold, hoping he could find a place to make his way. By the sweat of his brow, he would make a life somehow, in a strange land far from family and friends. In the streets of New York, he set out to live his dreams though things where much different than his hopes still he felt he'd get by, not often wondering why, here his people found a legacy of pain.

Coming home one night, in his hallways stark white light, gunmen challenged him - he turned to ask them why. Many shots then blazed, Amadou stood amazed Why was he being murdered by these men? In that hallway where he died, once again many men lied, saying Amadou was reaching for a gun. But history is clear, so many die each year, This is still our nations legacy of pain

A mother came to take, her child back to lie in the soil from which humanity emerged. In a brave mothers tears, we saw the burden of the years, of a land forced to give away her best Amadu my son, what have these strangers done? Could they not see the son I held so dear? Where they blinded by their badge, or the color of your skin? or the legacy of centuries of pain?