The Dubious Ebola Game

Let's make this call to America
From the heart beat of Africa
Long ago when they came
To polished good will
When the Chiefs and kings
Sold me beyond my will
Labeled me days in servitude
Now an international conspiracy
With the same old tricks
Whether it be for it treasures
Gold and diamond
Borax and bauxite
Labor and jinx
O me, O my Africa!
I have seen this goblin before
Still treating me the same
With the same old tricks
Segregated before
Now they say touch not
Bereaved not
A true replicate
Of ‘man's monster message'

Thursday, September 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: political
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Kemurl Fofanah 28 September 2014

good work brother you have a fine way of writing and its seems to pleases everyone bien!

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