Our Hope
the riverbanks
Lies our treasures
Our hope and fears
Explored in exploitation
People hurting people
We thought the europeans
Our only plights
We feared but hated them
In our innocent ignorance,
Of what we learnt at a glance
they battered and stole our sleep
With guns
But years after they are gone
Our lives has been worse
and no one cares
How we fare
Because you don't hear us cry
Like it's in syria
Hmmm!
Yet worst things are done behind scenes.
Our moments of joy?
That we share with the sky
When no one hears them
Playing kids on weekend days
Bombed into ripples
And sunday worshippers turned to ashes
For God to take control
Heaven must be full by now
With my black brothers
In plenty numbers
Yet in our hearts
Lies the hope
As we we go close
To our hundreth year
Of self reign.
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