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Listen Africa,oh my motherland May epitome of beauty,my extollation You listen;inhabitants of my nobleland How did we reach this destination? On a podium I stand A place weary,scary;no one dares! A plea I forward; Hear my brothers' silent ululation To his heart keeps to himself The pain,depression and struggle Like a shooting arrow they attack To his heart,mercilessly they strike But why do they silent? Is it that no one ever care? A philosophy the whirlwind to our ears blew 'A boy child need be strong' When depression bends low his back Struggle breaks down his might And pain to his body scar 'A boy child need be strong' Stealthily near I drew To my brothers' silence silently I listened Unanticipatedly this heard it speak: "Mother Africa you're without blemish Albeit your motherhood is without anguish Your offspring are without justice In the duel for my sister's crown Ended they,crippling my throne Like an epidemic of the century Worth nothing but traceless elimination Fighting me they do with determination No care,no spare The age 18 they await Like a beacon of the day to react Deserting me like a jungle In my kingdom I fumble My way out I've to struggle The philosophy servile I've become Mother Africa I pray you arise Heading only you can to my cry Seeing only you I trust,to my plight And healing only you can to my scar Arise!Save your legacy For none like me ever has been found Treading on this valley of silent suffering". Exeunting the podium I am So this echoingly I'll urge Let's war not against gender But with determination for splender The lust for superiority let's inter And let equality all bat for For you needn't drag another Just to up a ladder.

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