You heard and came
You fell in love with Africa
You stroked her rough grass
Planted African trees
In her dry earth
Wept at her confusion and anger
You gave Africa your heart and found
Amitabha
Africa did not expect what you brought
Made no preparation
Did not show her
company face
sneered, ignored you
even beat you
Then as you rose to leave
Suddenly
Africa fell in love
with you
Our Amitabha
Don’t go….
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