Forgotten Prince

Now who should I kneel before, Though strong enough to stand, A prince of kings on foreign shores, Less golden crown in hand... As he's branded by another, He will rise without his shield, To be sold unto his brother, With no weapon to be wield... The last to eat but first to serve, Till hunger loses pace, With a past to me so ill deserved, Less the lineage to trace.... And what's lost in this transition, Still remains within our youth, The hidden cost of this attrition, Hides the blame and bends the truth... So the African that time forgot, Still tries to find his way, Amongst so many wanting not, No matter what they say ....