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A CLEAR CALL 2

  Right after standing in front of the mirror for a decade, Didn’t you see the scars on your skin? Or you’ve forgotten the depth of your wounds, Should I tell you that it was caused by the stranger? Or I should remind you of his torture, And how he fled innocent souls across their own shores, Not giving them the opportunity to even wear their shoes, Presenting before them a dinner filled with tears, sorrows, disappointments and fears, Leaving behind their white muriatic acid in exchange for our black master, Making us slaves of this white tiny leaves,
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A CLEAR CALL

  Aww Africa, The land of amaranth, Please wake up, For you’ve slept for long,   Now is the time to amalgamate and uproot the stranger, The slave who feels superior to his master, How on earth should you allow yourself to be manipulated by a slave, But it serves you right, For hailing everything from the stranger, Believing and accepting it as the best, And rejecting your own self, Forgetting that blood is thicker than wine,   You just take a look at yourself, Or I should get you the mirror? Are you not ashamed of yourself? How can you forget who you are?  
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