as the world takes turns to hurt my heart, I sigh,
my leaders look at me with discontent hearts,
disliking the sound of my presence,
and the aroma of my existence,
i am the son of soil
born in the kraal of the world
in the arms of humanity
i am son of the world
given birth by mother nature
yet
i am a constant reminder of things gone wrong
i the African prince
i eat from the palms of the earth
my stomach has become the dustbin of my molesters
the veryones who took my every thing
only to mix it with their dirt
and sell it back to me
as magnificent designer that,
designer, my foot
i sigh,
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