MINERALS OF AFRICA: A BLESSING OR A CURSE?

Once upon a time, it was our able-bodied kin Taken or traded for guns' dark din. To toil in fields, their labour bound In homes and plants, their freedom drowned. Then they realized, beneath our ***** soil is grace Abundant wealth, a bounty to trace. Our ***** lands gleam of riches of course Yet as this story unfolds, one wonders, a blessing or curse. As all the conflicts they made stems from them All our woes are as a result of them. Ecosystems suffer, livelihoods wane A double-edged sword, a loss or a gain? Diamonds glint, Gold sparkles, the ore a beautiful sight But their sparkle masks a darker plight. For our blood has stained their brilliant hue An unbelievable story yet so true. We can rewrite our narrative, reshape our story Reclaiming our past glories. Where gold and diamond, symbols of pride No longer shackled by others' tide.