Africa
Africa
Seed of humanity.
Riches of the world,
stolen away.
Cultures untold and
scattered like wind.
Precious gems and souls mined and
ground to dust.
Earths perfect portrait, then;
darkened canvas.
Pride invaded.
Bones broken and feeble.
Abandoned puzzle pieces.
Baby born anew; but
lost from Mother.
Tries to walk.
Crawls through the dust.
Take our hand.
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