Responsibility

Revenge and hate dost run amock
Enshrouding all with blood and fear;
So many minds astir with shock -
Perplexed by hell's appearance here.
On wings of ardor should we soar,
Not those of spite o'er things now lost;
Sweet Africa we do implore:
Ignite us not at life's great cost!
Because we can and that we will,
In peace, greatness achieve;
Let freedom carry us until
In time we all believe:
To be as one beats "us and them" -
Yet better still is "ours" - a gem.




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