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FREEDOMWAYS    FIRST QUARTER 1973

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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,

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