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Thatís all in the past now.
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The Touch Thatís all in the past now.
Racism lives on - in Australia, in America - everywhere. And if some of the victims are dead, then it is a major mistake to think that the either impact or the suffering is finished.
A friend was talking to me Australiaís National íSorryí day. America, alas, has never apologised nor seems to intend to apologise, for the appalling historical attrocity - slavery.

They stole my life and destroyed my past,
They ripped my future into shreds,
They chained me and took me into foreign lands,
But thatís all in the past now.
For them.

They broke my spirit and crushed my soul,
They cast my family into the dust,
they whipped me and kicked me and whipped me again,
But thatís all in the past now.
For them.

They raped and they beat and they had all their fun,
They burned away all my self respect,
Then they washed their hands and declared us free,
But thatís all in the past now.
For them.

They sang our songs and they pretended their love,
But they made sure they never moved in next door,
They wrote up their history and sanitized it all,
And think that itís all in the past now.
For them.

They think we are dead. Slaves of the past.
But in all of our children, live the scars of our past.
They think we are dead. Slaves of the past.
But in our childrenís children, the past lives on.

Copyright 2008 Chris

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