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BLACK HOPE RISING - Erhio Obodo
Gazing into the crystal ball
He saw her standing proud and tall
She had seen it all
The rise and fall
Her firm chin
Rich brown skin
Flowing green gown
Black hair cascading down
Standing in all her glory
But she was angry
He saw rising turmoil
As her blood began to boil
One by one
Her offspring began to run
Greedy daughters and sons
She threw away the basket of praise
The poison on which they grazed
She burnt the golden calf
Tearing everything in half
She started the fight
The time was just right
Somewhere between day and night
She took away their sight
Their fake might
And served them bowls of silence
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