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Dust covered feet
Back accustomed to the sun's heat
It is anguish not joy that shines my teeth
African child
Lost in the carnage of corruption
Drowned a pool of staled hope's salivation
Lies well dressed for public adoration
African child
Flesh in close romance with bone and intestine
Nine lives has neither you nor I
So steal more than enough I ask why
African child
Fellowship we share is like no other
In one pool of blood we were drawn sister and brother
But this new money has made you a stranger
African child
You say our ways are old and rusty
ahh... Our patience is faulty
Forgetting that when a child hurries he misses the short cut to his destiny
African child
Praises are the delicacy of the wise
Opinions the sour meat of the confused
Advise the wine of the elders
Allow me share a thought with you
African child
Friendly hands with ibid
The wood obeys my ikid
Labor is no stranger, my dignity looks to my bid
African Child
By Kyng David, © 2013, All rights reserved.
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