Home of An African Son
written by: Eduardo de Bosco
I was born
Where the sun sets not
And rises not
Darkness feeds on our eyes
Making use of our sights
The scarecrow
Scares no more
But invites the foes
To dig out the gold
Which our fathers sold
I was born
Where the sun sets not
And rises not
The protector is a predator
Dressed in papa’s clothes
And mama lacks the courage
To desecrate his peace
I was born
Where the day is dark
The sun sleeps in the sky
And my people sleep in sorrow
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