Look at my daughters; mistaken for wayward fugitives;
My sons; living like warlords at each other’s neck;
Their children are in so much hate and lust after their cousins
Behaving like offspring from separate wombs.
My tears continue to run and no one.

Did not bear I you all from one womb?
Did you all not suck from the same sap?
Did I mistake your conceptions?
Did I not cloth you with the same palm fronts you now destroy because civilization?
Did I not teach you all the power of unity?

Do you know how much you had instore for you?
Do you know the vast treasures our ancestors left for you?
Do you know what history ties you all together?
Do you know what makes you black?
Do you know the true mark of your melanin?

Look at you, now a laughingstock to the foreigners;
Look at you, now a weed of the feed waiting to be trashed;
Look at you, selling out your heritage for fake gold;
Look at you, a shadow of your past glory.

You make me groan in pain on my grave;
Afflicting my resting place with your siblings’ blood;
Feeding my tombstone with flowers of guile;
Coming to serenade me with your murmuring and evil intentions;
Neglecting to sweep my grave side because you taught junior will.

I am now a ridicule to them that prayed for my downfall;
I am now shamed before my peers;
Your forefathers labored, and you destroyed it?
I am now a mother whose children are now exiled from their home.

Ethiopia had my horn as Somalia supported it;
Nigeria was my giant with ancestral empires that rule the continents;
Ghana was my gold coast as Botswana was my diamond treasure;
I had a natural treasure at Tanzania, Uganda, Mauritius and South Africa;
Mali was my son of creativity with beautiful heritage.

Where did I go wrong as a mother?
Burning your siblings wasn’t enough,
You strive in the blood of your sisters;
Practicing slavery amongst your kindred;
Hunting each other like wild dogs.

Dedicated to "My Black Continent."
Inspired From "NEED TO UNITE"