—A Poem for the Reckoning
You rulers of cold castles,
With pens that write in blood—
You sail on seas of sorrow,
Feeding empires with the mud
Of broken nations, broken backs,
Broken dreams beneath your tracks.
You dress in suits of polished lies,
But justice sees through every crack.
You preach peace, yet profit war,
Leave Africa wounded, bruised, and poor.
You take her gold,...
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