The land that we stand upon
Brag about; declare to so love
Was not bought with a dollar
Nor with even a thousand

It was taken through blood
That shed deep into the soil 
Fertilizing fruitful crops of
Sugarcane, tobacco, cotton

Blood turned to bars of gold
The crimes forgotten because
Money in hand is worth more
Than the value of humanity

Everything has a value; a price
Especially when it is something
Everyone wants, but only few
Will get rich with the gain.

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