Mother Africa

Mother Africa
Land of resources 
Gold traded, then for  the Soul
By criminals in smile traces 

1619 the funnel built
Human life of no value
Dignity lost so it seemed
What else can we tell you 

Through dungeons 
Of whited walls
Still never gave up
Recording who lives and falls

Year of the return
​​​​​​Back through theirs lies
Teary and scared
With brave still in our eyes

No! We didn't forget 
Nor gave place to hate
Ours is the brotherhood 
That is never too late

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