Boxes of currency
Invisible promises
That will remain unseen
Covered with green bows
Strewn at your feet
Wilds of the magnificent earth
These disguised offerings
It is only a fraction of your worth

The beauty of her robe
Will be no more
Stripped
Bleeding
Torn
On the greedy quest
For rare sacred jewels
That lay upon her chest

Beware dark queen
Your hearts blood
They will sift and glean
Dividing the precious ground
Into to sections mapped and drawn
Soon to be  a desolate pawn
No sounds of life ever more found

Worshiped stones and minerals
Evil hands cannot resist
As many with title insist
It is their god given right
To remove the royal cape of the people
That protects African citizens

Oh great queen
Rise up with power
Against the approaching hour
In your hand the golden scepter hold fast
Devils from your lands cast
Forever reign over Africa’s future and past
Beware dark queen

For the People of Africa    


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Tammy M Darby