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Blackman Sorry for Africa My Country Walking to the promised Land Hopeful Child True Love Corruption in the Land Gory Streets Celebration Stranger Weep Not The Wailing Soul Not My Wish I Love You Short Poems	GORY STREETS I hate walking Down the streets Because of ghostly faces; Faces of Hunger Faces of frustration Intimidated faces Incapable of revolt Because the raiders Are sticking to their guns Maiming, killing without remorse Like the fallen angels I therefore keep to myself Praying to my God To give me eagle's wings To fly Fly, Fly away Beyond the sea For the rest of my soul