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Dec 2019
the sand of your red deserts scorch the story
of your turbulent past your shameful history
once peacefully nurtured by mother nature
then fiercely deprived of a bountiful future

Forgive us Africa

the land was rich with plenty to share
but in our greed we wanted it all
we left you naked stripped you bare
our desires choked your mercy call

your chained children cried
we heard it not
your brave warriors died
we saw it not

our needs were more than the Saharan sand
more wealth, more gold, more slaves, more land
we left you bleeding in the African sun

oh God what have we done

Forgive us Africa
looking into the eyes of a young slave on a black-and-white photograph
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