A depiction of the long legacy of misconception and travesty and pains of a nation...
Out of the trenches baring dust and glory, creases in their faces tell their story
weighted in time over long rough terrain, altered history, their souls and their names
shackled, beatten, clustered in rage, feeble, weakend, blood drippin on every page
our song of history cries out in pain, Africa! Africa! I know not even my name, the cradle of civilization foreign to me, it to bares the weight of history
stollen and bombarded from years of captivity, shall I long for a country I have never seen, cry out in agony at my own distand dreams
can I grace the land, toil the see, emerge upon the rocks with an echoe of glee, this home called Africa is ancient to me, its blood stained tears leak into humanity
children abandoned on the road to eternity, their soulful cries speak volumns of plea, flushing out their brittle bones upon the sea, painful, agonizing, destructive poverty
human remains left for the world to grieve, our forefathers spirits acke abominably at the onslaught of what Africa breeds
my soul is boundless without harmony at the stolen glimpses of these notrocities, I can read all day and on through the night, will that change the lonsome plight
diminish the tragedy of a clear and present desease or will it just make my heart bleede from watching this destruction unfold before me
witches and wizards in the souls of our young, what a hateful deadly illusion, driving nails into their skulls, pouring acid upon their little hull, burning, maiming, burying them alive, inconceivable demise
should I jump for joy to journey there, only to watch children suffer in despair, my soul abandoned to this misery, my tears monumental in the bell of catastrophy
the depth of my consciousness cries out in agony, I no longer babble about my own vicious memories, these children have suffered far greater tragedies
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