We know the Word was African
But won't somebody tell me just
What is the soul of a man? Gone
Irrelevance of continents
That couldn't exist before maps,
What can your ocean-licked borders
Tell us about our migrant selves?
We were like any other lives
Increasingly reproducing
Ourselves in the teeth of hunger,
But we got caught up in a new
Competition to succeed us.
Who shall we crown victorious?
Which invention won over us?
We know the word was earth and clay,
But we'll never know why the Word.
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