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