We Africans came to Berlin to sing
and recite poetry. We had an agenda:
the pillage, the cries
like snakes losing their skins,
like forest fires, like haunted children,
remembering our anthems of loss,
galloping, consuming,
how can we, how can we
even begin to redress?
Enraged, we wanted to rebuke,
and then...
you opened your mouth and
every stolen river of diamond and gold
poured out of your mouth in song,
platinum…
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Posted on September 30, 2009 at 10:13pm