by Amany | |
Published on: Mar 1, 2007 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=11415 | |
Don't look at me and pity us Africans Tell me when you look at me, what do you see? Hunger, pain, need...Yes, all those feelings and more. It's true what you see; but what you don't see is that you have given us no chance to stand on our own feet so that we can help ourselves. And we would be in no need for your pity or our pictures hung like white flags of surrender when we haven't even lost yet. We thank you that you have finally recognized that we have fallen beneath the sand but what you haven't noticed is our will to stand up again even if it takes time. LISTEN TO ME! We were once great leaders and great tribes and warriors like no other. Fearless beyond dreams. Now, because of time and the world changing we lost it all but hope, which stands like a candle burning through the dark nights. For we know that Africa once again will take its rightful place as the mother of all lands. So pity me now but tomorrow you will see our greatness. Once we shine again and take the hunger away from our people and the need from their souls. « return. |