Eggs that could hatch the glory of Africa,
Abandoned to live and sleep on the street,
The harsh weather of life cracked their shell,
Born with talents to die with talents,
Murdered by mothers through rejection worse than abortion,
The eggs from shells of depression,
Rains of depression wet their lives with temptations,
Mothered by tears and fathered by pains.
Colors that could make the rainbow of Africa,
Abandoned to face the brutality of Earth,
The harsh hawk of life broke their shells,
Eating from streets and abused in streets,
Murdered by mothers through rejection is worse than abortion,
The eggs from the shell of frustration,
Winds of frustration push them to pits of depression,
Mothered by broken emotions and fathered by shattered expectations.
Stars that could bring visions to Africa,
Abandoned to see the dark sides of life,
The harsh sun tortures their skin,
Sleeping on dust and waking on dust,
Murdered by mothers through rejection worse than abortion,
The eggs from the shell of condemnation,
Storms of condemnation stroke them into lakes of masturbation,
Mothered by loneliness and fathered by sadness.
Voices that could become the strength of Africa,
Abandoned to face the volcanoes of life,
Enduring pains to gain bread from life,
Abandoned forever to suffer forever,
Murdered by mothers through rejection worse than abortion,
The eggs from the shell of humiliation,
Smokes of humiliation choked them to drug addiction.
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