These Mirrors
We are long past that place,
we were now ready to sing,
the songs of freedom.
But lo!,
some of us brought mirrors with them,
mirrors so strong we see the reflections of our decades ago,
but they are carried by our own.
Divide and rule weakened us,
but it followed us,
and painfully,
we share our pillows with it.
Lord,
please heal our nation,
and teach us to love each other,
for our former oppressors are laughing at us,
now that we are fighting for the little piece they gave us,
their laughters our mirrors,
mirrors on which we see our years of suffering.
Yes, mirrors on which we see how worthless were our efforts,
for we fought the enemy,
and became our own enemy.
Africa will never be free,
until from greed africans are free.
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