Africa’s tide turning
See my Africa, my birth - my death
I must flee now for my own safety!
Against the country my undoing
Accuse my forefather’s anarchy
Where? America, Australia?
Which I have no birthright to make claim
Yet you are forcing me now to leave
As you abhor the shade of my skin
I who once stood up at your request
To argue against supremacy
Then you used me most adequately
As did whites before me instigate
Those few token blacks of days gone by
Can only appreciate the thought
They were then used and the most abused
When sanctions affected white men’s greed
Struck I am in memory of that
My grandmother’s warning once foretold
‘Take your doctorates and forget it,
Blacks will push us back to the sea’!
So now I depart with my degrees
In medicine, research and finances
Thankful America has power
I fly away back over the sea
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