Lord I implore you,
If
they cannot heed my pleas,
Let
them hear the roar
Of
my unbroken silence,
The
cry for justice—
I weep not for me
But my unborn child,
Nipped
in the bud,
Strangled by the cord
Lord
I implore you,
If
they disregard my opinions,
Let
them respect my wishes
As is every dying man’s last request
I
wish to be laid in the sacred groove
Besides
my fellow fallen heroes
Their
company will console my soul
And
I will forever rest in peace
Lord
I implore you,
Lend
your eyes and ears
To
the fury of my oppressors
Do
not allow them the satisfaction
Of
rejoicing in my afflictions
Struck
them Lord, O father
With
the ten plagues of Pharaoh
Withhold
their healing and salvation
Till
the seventh bath O'Naman
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