Man To Man

Like cordite fumes through the air unseen The infamy flicks its diabolic tongue Curdled in the throat and left a gangrene Lung suffocating life. And all eras stung By access to sterling tables of greed Forget the bodies bloated among the weed Their shocked eyes staring at disbelief That human heart could boil such grief. Was it only greed? Was it merely fear Of empty caravans and rife disease? The traders trampling the landscape drear Tearing away their innocense and ease, Bringing them face to face with the worst of man. O angels believe and tremble in their plan But the O cruel heart, the dismal acts, the wan History of earth's cruelity ere capitalism began A succubus on Africa's children that left none To perpetuate its civilize glory, that it gave The world freely ... that gave it its grave.