We Sing Black
In the heart of Africa's verdant lands,
Where rivers weave through golden sands,
A shadow fell, a dreadful tide,
Darkening hopes far and wide.
In villages where laughter rang,
And children played and voices sang,
The peace was shattered, lives unspun,
As chains were forged in the burning sun.
Beneath the baobab's ancient shade,
Tales of freedom slowly fade,
Families torn, spirits bruised,
Innocence stolen, dreams refused.
The march began through jungle deep,
With cries that haunt, the night did weep,
On paths of sorrow, pain unspoken,
Hearts and bonds forever broken.
Across the seas in wooden graves,
To distant shores and masters' caves,
A stolen people, strength untold,
In anguish fought, in silence sold.
But from the ashes of despair,
Rose voices strong, hearts aware,
With courage vast as desert skies,
They sought their freedom, claimed their prize.
Africa's soul, resilient, fierce,
Through darkest night, its hope pierce,
A history scarred, a future bright,
In unity, they reclaim their light.
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