Africa that raid you
and what in worldly minyan
gathered in gossip
and laid you
in dark consequences
of people's decisions
a victim of what you
haven't done
and who knows
that's what you did
and afterwards
when many souls cry
and your eyes are not dry
justice is a grey bird still
turning and moving
sometimes tumbling
for this reason and that
flying…..
in the direction of the sun
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A great homage to Mother Africa by her foremost best poet daughters! Thank you.Yuh's the best