Save the Motherland Africa

SAVE MY MOTHER, AFRICA Poor Africa, why have you allowed your ancient precious priceless beads taken away frm you while coveting after a common coated carved stones from the foreign land? Where were you when your artifacts were shipped to the land behind the oceans And your Children worked by the mill day and night They took away your treasured garment and sealed you with an ''unsuitable suit'' from a distant land. They inserted straw in a bottle and dip it in your mouth, but fix hose to your anus and passed it into a tank. Draining your blood in the name of exchange They took away your staff of office with which you have peacefully and successfully lead for centuries. They gave you guns in return to scatter your wards around, thereby losing ur respect. They once respected you, now dread you No longer the you they knew Dear great Motherland where is your sense of supremacy of those good days, before u were made to look inferior? Will you still allow this train to continue with d hopeless journey? Where all we now live for is nothing but money Now we treat one another line monkeys O great Africa hear the call from your womb The child therein is due for delivery Tighten not your cervix the passage of life The future sits uncalm inside of you The entire world awaits that unique cry The birth of the future, the new world Unchain yourself from the shackles of the West Create your path trough the jungle This is the forest from where you were raised Where the paths to the streams and ranches Paths to the mountains and the valleys Your children raced and long for everyday Call out your lost children behind the seas Scattered across the deserts in their search for greener pastures that never exist Call out in your slangs they know your voice Let them come home to rescue the hailing mother Our mother is sick and losing her breath Fellow brothers and warriors on sojourn Rest not in the land of your captivity Run back home and heed the call of mama Our mother has taken up a another father Our step father rapes her day and night Now about to die with her pregnancy Come rescue our mother the mother Africa Save the life of her unborn baby the new world Time to leave the barn and head home Home is where we come not their Rome Romans built their home Africa must build her own (FM CONCEPTUAL)