Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
I thought I saw last night
across a ridge,
an ebony bridge that spanned all chasms from
Harlem to Home.
Zimbabwe with apartheid still.
Kenya, prove the Black man's will.
Biafra, the division is not yet killed.
Queen's English, manners so defined
Wardrobe styled and dignified
Darker skin and no Tarzan smile.
Handshake and dashikis too
James Brown doin' the soul boogaloo
People starving with nothing to do.
Colloquialism's cool man.
African! From the continent
Afro-Americans! From the discontent
Brothers! Can we not implement
a bit of faith?
a bit of love?
For we are all truly brothers
From the womb of mother same
From the genesis we were one
Let us be one, once again.
Written by Gil Scott-Heron (1949-2011)
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