Our roots are dipped in gold
Our rivers overflow with golden heaven
Our mountains are made of gold
Our jungles are overrun by gold
Yes gold diggers not gold-diggers Beneath the soles of our worn shoes,lies the dirtiest of golds
Our rich soil enriched by our ancestors' blood
Its deep red colour is evidence enough
The cruelest of all golds
Is the shiniest of all
At the tips of our very roots
Our ancestors' blood bought it
Our forefathers' freedom paid for it
Our peace continues to buy it
Just how expensive is it?
Its just gold,diamond,oil and coal after all
We dig our liquid gold
Our white gold
The peaceful kind that flows in our rivers, that fills our dams
That makes out our ocean
The gold that fills our calabashes
That irrigates our exotic vegetation
The inexpensive gold for the poor and the rich
Our mountains are gold
The kind you just cant steal
Comes in shapes and sizes intended for enticing
Slopes,plateaus and peaks
Our trees and shrubs decorate our mountains of gold
We dig our life gold
In all its different types and sizes
Its danger thrills us
Its cuteness tickles our hearts
Our priceless wild life we dig
We might appear poor
We might have fought tooth and nail for it
We may even be fighting now
It may have cost us our peace
We may have to protect it with our lifestyle
But damn we dig our gold
YOU ARE READING
My Black Song
DiversosAfrican pride Hope Tears Joy Black -we wear our hearts on our sleeves hoping one day we will change the world's cold hearted or maybe finally be happy with the way the world is obviously doomed to be-
