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For those of us who OVERSTAND the world should unite

And change it and remind them we are one!

Haven’t it occurred to you why you called

The children of the soil, with her own image

A perfect picturesque she created “phoo”

She gave life to the first prime.

The devil was jealous remember he’s a master

Charlatan and catastrophe to man, he gave his

Chosen the forbidden fruit which taught them

Hate, lust and cynicism to cause none but inequality.

Pain they inflicted as they came to believe their supreme

Over others, firstly they took the same land that fed us,

Apprehensive they became as it reflected our own

Pigmentation so they fed us mistrust amongst self.

Affinity and love we cherished through dance and our

Songs they resented purely, they taught us hatred amongst

Ourselves and bifurcated us thus tribalism was born,

Torn us apart we never came to awareness till later when

All was lost.

Our craftsmanship and minerals snatched, then later

Sold to us, we buy the same soil we were crafted by

And sent to inhabit upon by thee creator, by the same

Descendent we welcomed to our motherland.

Africa we must wakeup sleeping sons and daughters of

Thee Motherland, it’s time we unite overcome this illusion

Called freedom because if you cogitate this being free,

You must have forgotten the faces of your forefathers…