Brandon Basson Poet I do not know?

Dark Africa

Said to have been the birthplace of man
a sacred place of mystery
Where ethnics inhabited its land
since the beginning of history
Beating drums and rhythmic flames
would echo beating heart
Where man, beast and lushes plains
formed an ongoing work of art

Life was simple, uninvolved 
We had problems that were our own
but those were easily resolved
It’s the only thing we’ve ever known
Respect for self, land and creatures
our elders made us vow
Blood that flowed had healing features
entwined with the earth somehow

With men that came and times that changed
so did standards of living
Our bonds with the gods became estranged
and they were unforgiving
With famine, aids & poverty
while others who parade in suits
give little help, but all their pity
Birthplace disowned or forgotten roots?

One thing I came to realize
that most others don’t see
If they were gonna shut their eyes
Why didn’t they let us be? 
Second world countries are unknown
while the rest of the world embark
on enlightened journeys, we alone
must bear our burdens in the dark

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Debbie Guzzi April 11, 2011 at 1:10 PM A sad state of affairs, a powerful write, much of the native culture had its own beauty and sacredness perhaps you'd write for me about this for my contest called The Shaman's Way? Hope to read more from you. Light & Love