can you kill me
tear my flesh apart
smash my brain out
use a bomb
or a missile
or a gun
or a rope
or an arrow
or a cutlass
my voice bears children of my kind
my song moves quicker on their lips
they bear grandchildren
my spirit goes on
i must go on
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