Colonization, Slavery....blessing or curse;
We can debate the case, no need to farce;
They are just pages of a human history.
Closed, these pages hide their contents,
Open, we learn, the pains, the mistakes.
Yet it remains our choice to, or not to
Cure the infinite ache, or wash our soiled bodies.
Ignore today's similitude's of our past,
Yet through history's diaphanous shadows
A monster drools in the shadowed wilds.
Its libidinous prongs surfeit with poison
Threatening to wallop a generation, supine by surrender.
A real catastrophe on our books, which
If you listen carefully, beyond the crackle of gunfire
You can hear the groans of death
You can feel the heat of misery, through
The cornucopia of a better world
Mute, blind, insensate, perfidious
I mean no harm nor hate, just mournful devotions
From the abyss of my pestilence
It stinks, from copious perspiration's of death
In a day, or maybe two, I will suffocate
This voice will die before it shines
AIDS is a monster, I hope my voice echoes
Into human hearts, tumid with love.
This voice is hoarse, eyes strained
Knees callous, the God of Africa is overwhelmed
Just bless our Africa, we say again and again
Oh Lord of Greatness.