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FREEDOMWAYS FIRST QUARTER 1973 [[image]] Cries in the street And my father has not yet returned The rumors speak of betrayals By the high command Of the soldiers’ thrust—Backward, We cried. I was a child then— They taught me that the affairs of earth Are in the hands of heaven They taught me to obey the prophets Without asking who are they? And what have they done for the wretched? They taught me to dance on a rope, To humble women To believe in witchcraft To fear the nightfall! Defeated father—humbled mother To hell with my inheritance of tribal teachings, 42
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