Cries of our children, our own blood
Cry with loud voices
Cry with tears in sorrow
Cry languishing in sorrow
Cries of our children, cries of our immediate generations
Cry for their doom future, cry for their lost hopes
Cry with their hoarse voices, lamenting for help
Cry for their future ruined, cry for their heroic martyrs
Cry for their fallen heroes, cries of regrets
Cries of remorse cries for direction
Cry for their forgotten heroes
Cry for their negative vanished
Cry for what took them
Cry for their whereabouts
Cry, cry, and cry for their mismanaged efforts
Where is the fate of our children
Where is the sole gold that our fore parents died for
Why do you let us in continual suffering
When do you come for our rescue
We are the loiterers
We are the prostitutes
We beg them they who heads the train for the destination
We beg them for leniency
We beg them for mercy
Gone are days of bushes
Gone are days of heroism
Gone are days of appreciation
Gone are days of recognition
Gone are days of their efforts
Gone are days of sleepless nights
Gone are ancient days of togetherness,
Comes are days of disparities
Gone are days of tattered clothes
Comes are days of loneliness in the glitteriest
Gone are nostalgic days
Come are days of hatred
Predators salvage on us
Predators benefit from our fore parents’ efforts
Preys were we together
Predators are they alone
Pretty are they with their prettiest
Preach us the wisdom needed
Preach us honesty to manage our affairs
Preach us other than none but wholesomeness
Preach us our oneness, the only black family
Pride of our only entity
Pride of none but one family
Diminish is our only incurable disease called T-R-I-B-E.
A demon that depicts us far apart from each other
Destroyer of equity and equality
A disease that grabs our unison family voice
Dislikes our God-given diversity
Dislike it the disease that denies transparency
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