April 29, 2019/
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The rise of the Black Sun Innocent like a charcoal Bitting mercilessly like cold Ravaging force of the harmattan But too long silenced like the death In the past, voluntarily subdued Made to appear like a villain Sold in the markets like cows Dragged to plantations in the north But always rebounded like a ball Made vulnerable with reason His language and culture vilified His kids made to doubt themselves And live…
