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Africa. You are bereft. Africa means pain to me. Too vast for sympathy past token. Too old to not know better Too wise to have no answer. Much too late for Africa ****** mother Africa. Bleeding from the eyes Seen too much of suffering Flayed to the bone then left alone. What has not been said compared to what's been done. Laying on a dusty road At the easy leisure of the the passerby. So vast, Primal still tribal and divided. Africa you will endure. Pain. Africa. The sweltering Jungle. The scorching sun. Oh Africa. You are Beautiful. You are destined. You are horrific all wrapped in butcher paper. Still to the highest bidder. Numb to the lash. Cries go unheard. Gnawing at your limb gripped tight in vise-like turmoil. Oh Africa. I love you for what you have been. I love you still for what you are. I pray Africa. Oh Africa. Peace. Be still.
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
Africa
Africa. You are bereft. Africa means pain to me. Too vast for sympathy past token. Too old to not know better Too wise to have no answer. Much too late for Africa ****** mother Africa. Bleeding from the eyes Seen too much of suffering Flayed to the bone then left alone. What has not been said compared to what's been done. Laying on a dusty road At the easy leisure of the the passerby. So vast, Primal still tribal and divided. Africa you will endure. Pain. Africa. The sweltering Jungle. The scorching sun. Oh Africa. You are Beautiful. You are destined. You are horrific all wrapped in butcher paper. Still to the highest bidder. Numb to the lash. Cries go unheard. Gnawing at your limb gripped tight in vise-like turmoil. Oh Africa. I love you for what you have been. I love you still for what you are. I pray Africa. Oh Africa. Peace. Be still.
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
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