Many souls are wasted in hatred
Genocides...yet pain are not debated
Still on the altars of the segregated
Lives on the balance are shredded
Without love they burn
With religion they philter
Without knowledge they suffer
With all...They become unbelievable gangster
Around our skin lies this ethnic disease
The blame shift and religious believes
Political mischieve
Societal hatred they conceive
All around the night
They segregate even the grass
How can you purge chlorophyll from plants?
Africa! My Africa!! What are your plans
Bent heads are sad, not deep in thoughts
The smiling face grieves in hurt
Good men chased from their hut
Greed and hatred, they bled and rot
Deeper things of ours, left in the mud
My heart bent in distrust
Many souls are worn on soles
If treachery could be hung on poles
Innocence not buried in the cold
Patriotism isn't hoarded on ethnic nepotism
Bribery weren't in the police periphery
My deeper thoughts in the night
Would be Africa buried in black diamonds
Shaped in black
Caped deeper into the night
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