Africa On My Heart

by Yahwndura

Africa, Africa, the place of my ancient kin
The root of my natural being from where my memory wants to begin
Why would they hurt you Africa?
Why did they inflict such pain?
Queen of the world, Mother of earth, What did they have to gain?
Why would they want to strip you from my mind?
Where is my king? Did he die too?
Did they crucify him on a cross as well,
Tear down his kingdom, and took your children from you?
Africa, Africa my heart pours out with tears
Wishing to soothe your hurts
Lay your burdened mind on my shoulder
I’ll listen for what it's worth
I believe my king was Egypt's Pharaoh
Was he really as mean as they say?
Did he rape their minds as well
>From knowing their forefathers in any way?
What is the fear that is in their eyes?
What do you see from where you stand?
What I see from where I stand our kings cursed
>From their very birth, birthright stolen from their hands
Quests of success stripped from the minds
No desire to achieve their goal
A divided Kingdom, under the tutelage of
The Whore, Jezebel the beast who chose
to deceive the nations and cause them to fall from God
They take away mental capability by injecting with their venom
Our kings need your help to be doctors, lawyers And all that's in them
What is the fear that makes them tremble
I know now that it's not the Sword
Maybe it would be to infect their ability to think as well
What's good for the Goose is also good for the
Gander  So do tell

Africa On My Heart by Yahwndura

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