Scars of slavery
Scars of rebellion
Scars of half freedom
Scars of neo colonialism
Scars of coups
Scars of internal wars
Have now given birth to
Scars of terrorism
Scars of brutality
With these many scars
How can we still not feel the experience?
How can we not pull the clothes of togetherness on our bodies?
How can we still be running in our tracks?
It is sad
This is sad
We are sad livers
And I cry for my continent
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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