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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Somewhere in Africa, is a land blessed with nature: Valuable gemstones beneath earth’s crust, A fertile soil nurtured by divine tears from above, And a blazing smile of radiant sun But great depression has its hands gripped On the heart and soul of this glorious land For nature’s most precious stones are taken, to God knows where. Somewhere in Africa, is a land built Upon the foundation of freedom, and the prospect of equality But slavery has become its reputation, both literally and figuratively As lawsuits and jurists, rule in favor of higher statuses And justice is denied the less fortunates. In this land, aliens are celebrated as the noble breeds While citizens are the unknown outcasts. Somewhere in Africa, is a land where in, The cries of the oppressed echo millions of miles Through the ages, but there’s no one to listen Their voices never seem to stop singing The bleeding chorus for help and yet, They are muted by the whistle of subjugation And have therefore become a tuneless melody. Somewhere in Africa, is a land where leaders Are made to live like demigods and goddesses While homeless infant, roam about the old rugged streets As they are left alone, to fend for themselves And single mothers, lie helplessly on troubled tummies Because the proceeds of the economy is poured Into the pockets of ruthless rulers. Somewhere in Africa, is a land on which There exit gifted souls, filled with never ending passions And concealed endowments, awaiting exposure upon explosion But only a blessed few, get to taste the fruit of innovation For the external helps are not timely enough, to scratch the matches And so thousands of these rare souls, have lived and died With dreams unfulfilled and ideas unexpressed. Somewhere in Africa, is a land where The heirs of poetic insights, are rising from the shadows Carving and penning, with the ink of solemn truth The verses and stanzas, of unprecedented transformations In the veins and arteries, of descending generations The very stanzas needed, for the rebirth of this glorious land of liberty.
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