By Laetitia Dossou

FOR MY PEOPLE

FOR MY PEOPLE

FOR MY PEOPLE

For my people who toiled under the scorching sun;

For my people whose knees were humbly

bent;For my people whose feet are cracked and

hands rough;

For my people from the sand dunes of the Sahara to the Cape of

Good Hope;

For my people from the coast of Senegal to the Horn of Africa;

For my people who were enslaved for

centuries;

For my people who endured cruelty;

For my people who paraded naked with whip

marks on their bodies;

For the women who bore the fruits of their wombs

in darkness;

For the men shackled and tied down as the phantom of our past

mocked us;

For the boys and girls who were denied life and

died brutally;

For my people who were deceived;

For my people trying to create their own

dreams;

For my people suffering to find

themselves in this harsh world;

For my brothers and sisters of generations

past, present, and future;

For my people so close to their dreams yet so

far away;

May we rise!

May a new page be turned in our history!

May we stand united

and may our generation be a

peaceful, forgiving one!

May this resound in our eras!

This is for my people.

Sources

• www.google-images.com

• www.unicef/images.org