The African HopeWhen our fathers thought their hopes lied on the coast.
Never did they realize it was their host,where their suffering quintupled with agony.
The fate of their pain was with tyranny.
As far as the east is from the west,Their boiling blood couldn't see rest.
The tides swept and made the shores pretty.But the roaring anger of the sea of the sea makes it dirty.Africa lost it all to servitude.Yet our hopes will bring back the lost multitude.
by Enoch Kwabena Annan
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