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Ya'um El Hajr (Day of Migration)

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 We planned to leave for years practiced the departure to the sea

far inland we traveled Night  day

Didn't matter
made ourselves invisible
Except to each other
a special dye
Only us could see us
Spooks only could see
Snitches could not see us
Devils we passed by
They looked in our eyes
special dye blinded them
We marched on to the sea
On the way we broke down prison gates 
painted inmates with special dye
They became invisible
joined the exodus
devil guns were useless
We snatched their guns
Slapped them in the head
Put guns in their mouths
Kept walking to the sea
We got to Atlanta
A great feast we had
Thousands were feed
A celebration dancing 
lovers met again after long separation
Children rejoiced with parents
No devils could see us
They heard us
Bata drums beat freedom
We walked on dancing in the sun
Into the night
Devil soldiers looked for us
But couldn't see us
Right in their faces
Their guns pointed east west north south to no avail
Sometimes we killed them
Just to let them know
They cannot fight the Power
On we marched
Millions of people
Invisible beautiful powerful
Bata drums driving devils crazy
Can't figure out source of sound
Bata Bata Bata Bata
On to Savannah
To ships invisible
Docked ready to fly over water
Underwater
Ready to take us up away from devils
Back through the door of no return.
--MARVIN X
9/20



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