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I ask of the desert dunes, The stately Kilmanjaro, the Mambilla outcrops; I ask of the great forests The seven old rivers Snaking through my black homeland; I ask of the noble rains, Every ancient observer; Does it matter who built the Old Zimbabwe When we feed not today Our hungry hordes?

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Date: 12/29/2013 3:37:00 PM
BRAVO i'm right here with you on this one keep up with these great writes, people find the truth hard to swallow but if there bellies begin to hurt from hunger all of a sudden their eyes and ears begin to hear the crys of their nation. cheri
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Date: 3/7/2012 11:01:00 AM
Important poem! Thank you so mush for commenting on my work. Yours Matthew Anish
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