(Causes/Motives)…, you, Africa, suffered like a beast
Your ashes strewn to the wind that roams the desert,
Your tyrants built the lustrous, magic temples
To preserve your soul, preserve your suffering.
Barbaric right of fist and the white right to whip,
You had the right to die, you could also weep.
--Patrice Lumumba, “Dawn in the Heart of Africa”
This African poem is discussing the evils of…
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