As I look at a
map of Africa
I see mystery, I
see strength
Of a land and
it's people
It's true people and shades of diversity
I feel joy
I see a bridge of
forgotten history
I desire to visit
there
But then I turn
to the T.V.
I see many
countries
Brothers killing
brothers
Children dying in
their mothers arms
And religious greed killing
them all
I see men
stealing land
Land that isn't there
own
And killing a man
in his home
Because this is
the land he was borne
I want to see
Africa
The way it was
when first created
A free land
Touched by GOD's
hand
©Copyright 1993 Thomas Dooley
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