Young Ignorance
I don't know any African heroes
Only the city slickers on their quest for seven zeroes
Teach me the names of the fathers of prose
And how , with blistering fingers and eager minds of listeners from ashes they rose
Show me how the doomed generation told the tales of today's black nation
Show me, I say, show me how my imprisoned ancestors emancipated today's indoctrinated
I yearn for soulful the teachings of coffee stained pages with dog ears and ragged edges
Africa who are you children?
Africa where are your heroes?
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