I hear them CRY

We used to be oppressed by the men who were shipped into our country but now we fear our brothers who we once slept on the same bed and ate the same food.

So much has changed, we’ve stopped respecting and treating our brothers fairly, all because of a couple of millions. We’ve lost thousands of our kind for men that don’t even live to see one hundred years. We’ve wiped the spit from brothers who once swore they’d die for us, the same brothers who swore that they loved us with all their hearts but secretly donated our brother’s organs to the men shipped here, to the men who we have never seen eye to eye with, the same men who were once on horses telling us what to do, we’ve backstabbed our brothers for those men. It’s impeccable in their eyes, our loss is their gain.

I hear them cry, I hear them cry, I hear them cry. It’s astonishing that nothing will be done for the mere fact that their pockets do not contain as much as the shipped men. All they have is a bottle of salt water not worth a single South African Rand; all they can do is post about, cry about it. For what in return, a single like, a single comment, a single post being shared or another lost soul right in front of their yard? I hear them cry, they hear them too, I hear Africa cry, and they hear Africa cry.

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