Moses Samandar Poet I do not know?

Trapped African

God calls
No-one heeds the call
Live in the depths
The African is trapped in motherland
Calm seas
Cries from the African birds
Shouting from the slavery camps
Cries of anger
Streets full of poor blacks
Prisions full of discrimination
Live eternally in hell
Colonies come and go
Evil eyes
Black innocents work for life
Until one rised
In the White discrimination
The struggle is beautiful
Now comes a myth
We are free
The first black president
Hidden by white corruption
Controlled by white leaders
He has to talk white
To be black
Where is this misery ever going to end
The life of blacks will never prevail
We need a black prophet
A black jesus
A black Mohammad
From the Egyptian pyramids
To rise again
The African dream
Of beauty
Of end of to struggle
Long live the African dream

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Doris Culverhouse July 3, 2011 at 11:22 AM Interesting perspective....I have thought that myself I mean about the president. I think women are oppressed more than anyone world wide which is sad.