We watched as he hid his sword in her sheetTo bear peace but she bore him the
Twins- Poverty and Penury
We watched as he proposed a health center
Behold, here stands the death center
We watched as he hid his sword in her sheet
Again, and again and again
And the pleasure of the process brought him great pleasure
The beauty of pain is the joy of the gain
Here comes the African child
For in the travail of death, life is birth
But form Dan to Sheba it is rumored
African rulers grasp for the food of sucklings
Devouring her great future, a supposed reserve of an unweaned child
Yea, African resources are like her unweary nipples
Ever gushing flow triggerd by persistent milking
Alas, nations avoid you for your milk is gone sour
And your rulers have left no integrity in between your thighs
Oh! Africa, the same dimples that smiled at your nipples
Now desert you and your longing child
The land could be virgin, no doubt, but
Virginity lacks credibility when there is nothing
Reserved to feed the unborn child
The mamary fountains are left dry
How will you attend the cry?
Of this African child?
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