Africa
By John Kaniecki
Africa she cannot part
Her home is in my heart
You tore me from my love to
have me hated
Chained on a slave ship I was
degraded
Sent to harsh toil in a foul
wicked land
Whipped and beaten by an
arrogant hand
Mothers raped, children sold
on the auction block
I was made like an animal
another of the stock
But in my soul through soft
whispers we spoke
We never forgot her despite
our iron yoke
Shine on Africa shine on so
all can see
I will fight for I must be
free
I am not a slave but a prince
noble and grand
I am from Africa cannot you
understand
See my skin dark brown it is
not a shame
You hate my spirit; you’ve
but your evil to blame
Africa, they brought me here
to bind me in a cage
I have awoken, you will learn
my rage
Shine on Africa fulfill our
destiny
There will be no peace until
you are one with me
Africa such are the lessons
you teach
Africa your sweetness is now
within reach
Africa Poem Video
Africa
is a poem from my book “Poet To The Poor, Poems Of Hope For The Bottom One
Percent”. Check out my book of revolutionary poetry.
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