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African Lament
Africa, oh Africa
your fertile soils turned to dust
by the sins of fathers
visited on sons by other fathers,
and doubly on mothers, sisters, and daughters.
Western hearts are grieving.
Western voices crying out -
we must do something, we must help.
But where do your guns come from?
your bombs? Your militia funds?
The sleeping giant - we drug you more
Keep you on an IV drip.
And you slumber in a nightmare
Oh when, when will you wake?
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