I love it this one, trickled down to my roots that connect me back to the Motherland. It causes me to reminisce on one of the first songs I wrote during Mandela's incarceration called Apartheid Cry. Sometimes our poems may not be pretty and bright yet they speak so loudly the truth.
I believe we were gifted with the capability to scribe so that we can talk about such pain. I am just glad people relate to mine.