we are daughters of the soil. look at us, feel our anger.
feel our pain feel our sorrow,
eyes weeping blood, blood flowing into rivers staining the earth. our nose breathes in the injustice That hangs over the world Like a cloud Ears hearing abuse, so freely rendered. Oh feel our anger
feel our pain feel our sorrow.
YET!
What started as a whisper from our tongues has become a shout from every conscious mouth still! you rape us still! you abuse us again again again …….. shoot us! Shoot us! Death cannot kill the spirit, our spirit, which will rise, rise like a mist to smother the downpressor. then fall like dew, to nourish the land that gave we birth. we are daughters of the soil. look at us. see Africa. feel our anger