When The Slave Sings A Song Poem by Doreen Mampani

If a slave cries all the time
A depressed slave he will become
More lashing on his back to receive
To die early to die prematurely

A depressed soul of a slave
Full of scars from all the beatings
So the slave woman heard a still small voice
Cry not My child cry no more
The Voice of her Maker spoke to her

Bare feet for fifty kilometers she walked
To work for her children
Little food she could buy
Though she earned a locust
She shared the locust with her neighbors

Oh Africa, Oh Africa why cry to your neighbor
Comfort from other continents you'll find not
Cry on your knees Africa
To your Redeemer
Tell not your calamities to your neighbor

Remember Africa king David looked to God
Day and night he cried out for help
Though a king he saw it not inferior
To ask help from the God