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::: My People's Hymns :::

don't you feel like...
raising hell like
children of Africa raise guns
when their warmth and laughter
is snatched from their slums
when the devil recites the masses' psalms
when they synthesize the storytellers' drums
when the mothers' wombs birth numbs
when the air is filled with the agonies of
raped daughters and murdered sons
when the only shade is akhhh tufff.. an extinguished sun
when babies no longer walk and warriors run
when behind god's mask is a cruel sheytan
when we struggle to hum songs unsung
when we breathe with our memories
like its our lungs
when we speak with a lisp of a coiled tongue
when we speak with a lisp of a coiled tongue...

Written by: ~ Asennai Mussie