Someone took the babies from their mothers, and nursed them as their own.
They said they came to spread the news of Jesus Christ there LORD.
But they went too far and claimed too much, and beat them off with guns.
They abused their laws, and made their own, and said "We are no-more'.
Your precious blood runs through my veins and through my children s too.
Ive felt your pain and heard your scream.
I bow my head, hold back the tears, and watch the tug of war.
Your land is being pulled in-two for the tourists and rich-mans sport.
'Give back our land" , I hear you scream, and let us walk with heads held high.
Give back our pride our dignity.
Birth pains, birth rights, taken from our clan.
Man-hood, Women-hood, doesn't seem the same.
Hold your head up black-man, from the first you came.
Hold your head up black-man, you will make your mark again.
Birth pains, birth rights, screaming to be heard.
But nobody listened, nobody cared.
Too busy living just from day to day or too busy living in whats called 'the power game'.
Black-man, White-man, linked from birth we came, recreation, evolution, from all races we became.
And now to tell what Ive been told.
To say, we are still here, too scream, Too cry our pain, to those who never bonded at their mothers breast,
to morn the memories lost and gather what is left.
Turn around, can't you see me? Turn around, here I am.
Turn around, can't you see me?
You can't deny me now.-written by Robyn Brown