IN THROES OF HUNGER (THE AFRICAN WOMAN)

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The African woman shivers in dread
The black mother trembles in pain
Plagued by the limitations of her reach
Unable to satisfy her hunger
Unable to fulfill her desires.

 Hunger! not just for food nor for water
Perishing! not just from famine nor drought
Her blatant cry is for knowledge
Her deepest pain for liberty

 For when the food will come
And the thirst be satisfied,
Where then would she be found?

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