Such impeccable beauty She is
Oh! What marvel to the eyes
You can view Her from any angle
But every angle is different,
Every angle is unique,
Every angle is special,
Every angle is more beautiful than the other.
But to keep such beauty,
She had to Fight!
She had to Fight Hard!
She had to Fight with Strength!
She had to Fight with Courage!
She had to Fight with Wisdom bestowed upon Her by Her ancestors!
She had to Fight with her all!
To have it all
Not to loose at all
The beauty that is rightfully Hers
Her forty two children She wanted safe
To shield under Her breast.
She commands respect and attention
Admiration and approval
Her home covered with green vegetation
Creatures of all kind
Maybe the Garden of Eden in the modern times
A land of milk and honey
That the pale skin men saw as potential
Potential to scramble for and grab
Grab what wasn't theirs
Harvesting where they had not sown
Imprisoning the children of the land
And we became slaves in our own home.
Slaves to be exploited
Whips, sexual assaults, starvation, taxes and torture chambers rewards for resisting
Slaves ripped off our independence to free will, thoughts, ideas, opinions,
For anything you said was already held against you
Left but only with the right and freedom to breath
For they couldn't rule that
And with all their "intelligence"
They had no control over it.
They said they came to our land to bring "civilization"
But all they did was insult us
They made us donkeys
Beasts of burden
They called us monkeys
They called us dogs.
Did they think after all their treatments we would accept them?
Give them gifts?
You mess with a chick,
Well be prepared to be pecked by the Mother Hen's beak
You tried to destroy our culture and make us go against each another
So we fought for the blood you spilled
That was our weeping
Fighting and revolting against you
And we finally won
And sent you packing
Back to your home
Now She holds Her head high
Waving Her beautiful powerful Black, Red, Green and White flag
For Her people fought with shields and spears in defense of their freedom
Blood was shed and She mourned for Her lost children
But She reclaimed Her natural wealth
Now peace is Her motto
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