My Africa


You pressed the waters, drew near
We had our ways, we held dear
White tone, black hearts
Your baritones, your punny hats
You tore the Vail, we stood naked
You thought you killed, we played dead

Your stake is up
Why look up?
You gave us you and took us
We nursed the force, took your curse

Genuine plight betrayed
You faked and made us pray
The beast that preyed and played
My Africa's dismay.

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