@Blackween
Dear African Child
Sing for the dead The warriors who came before us And traded their lives So you and I can know freedom. Blow your horns for the women The unsung mothers Whose wombs bore those spear throwers Who fought off raining bullets. Salutations to our forefathers To our ancestors Men who unknowingly sired A generation of slaves and liberators. Don't forget the young maidens Who braved smoke-filled kitchens To feed the same men Who were marked to die. Pay homage To the blood That went cold While staining the soil You call your home I have been thinking of the black continent a lot lately. So much is being revealed to me as my love for it's rich and brutal history continues to surge. `wambuku w.`
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