Oh Child of Africa
Seed of History
Heritage of Humanity
Patrimony of Blood,
Of Conscience Free
Who dares trade your pain for gold
And your dread for bread that never gets to your mouth
Who leaves you shirtless in the sun and
Homeless in the rain
Displaced in camps of hopes, Vampired
I am an African Child
Plaited in an ancestry wild and kind Which gives rise to humanity
Rise to bravery
Why do you want to make me less human?
In my frailty?
Let's go back to our root
As I plead to your conscience
To treat me right
To give me warmth
I am an African Child.
Poem by: Moses A. Uyang
Humanitarian, Author, and Poet
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