THE CRY
My people cry
they cry because they do not know who they are
they cry because ignorance has become their excuse.
My people cry because they hide from the truth
they cry because they do not want to be themselves
they cry because they refuse their heritage and language.
My people cry because they have been in bondage for my years
they cry over the shackles they wore for many years.
they cry over mental slavery.
My people cry over the dead, then and now
they cry over the children they lost to the new world.
They cry because they have been forgotten as they forget their roots
my people cry over behaviours that show no respect, sympathy or love.
They cry over death that comes knocking every now and then
my people cry because of animosity and destruction.
They cry for the lack of love between themselves
O my people cry!
They cy cause their women absence the African pride
my people cry over the past, for the present, and abut the future.
I CRY WITH MY PEOPLE
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