Second Letter From Albinos

Dear murderers, With tears eroding the pimples of our cheeks We write again to you heartbroken In a joyful union we used to live together With your sweet stories we felt secure But why now? Why mother Africa Your minds now corrupted Hungry for money but no care for life Our lives have no value to you? That you switch it off to feed you pockets? Is it a curse to be deprived of melanin? What do you harvest from our weak bones? Does our blood flow inside diamonds? Darkness has befallen our families No longer a sweet homeland to us But a jungle full of hungry lions But why now? Why mother Africa How big is our crime that you can’t forgive? How unforgivable, that you sentence us to death? Where have you burred your merciful hearts? Our necks are so heavy with the yoke This burden is not a joke With chains you have tied our happiness Our freedom thrown to grave To you we look upon With your love we were born Our bodies have no gold, but hollow bones Save us God from these money hungry ritualists Yours, Innocent Albinos