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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547866" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>cancer in paradise (ambiguous Africa)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the cancer in paradise (Ambiguous Africa) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">	Africa you have given me my childhood years, <br>	in you i know my friendships and my fears, <br>	i have shed many tears on you, <br>	for you, <br>	and against you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	in you i have energetically bounced up and down, <br>	in you i have played and learned and loved...<br>	like a mother you have fed us, <br>	you harnessed us, <br>	you have kept us free from droning earthquakes and wild wirling 	 winds, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">	but you could not stop the drought, <br>	you couldn not stop the childs of your womb from fearlessly 	killing one another, <br>	from slaughtering their neigbours with machette's and<br>	from raping your daughters and your mothers and orphaning your 	sons.<br>	have you done this with the thought that our tears might one day 	cure your draughts? <br>	that our cries might one day fill your skies and clear the 	heavens for you to see? <br>	that our corpses might pile up and once again turn into the land 	we exploited so? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">	is this the price to pay for living in such a way, <br>	is this the price we have to pay for your green pastures and open 	fields? <br>	for your vibrant cultures and your magnificent plains? <br>	for loving you so? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">	africa, motherland, continent, father heart, how can we drive 	those parasitic ideas and ideals, <br>	the sickness of our your heart, <br>	into remmision? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">	africa teach us, make us wise, let us draw on your knowledge and 	the wiseness of your years, <br>	educate us from centuries and milleniums of heartbreak and 	dispair, <br>	how we can make our brothers and sisters see, <br>	and hear and feel, <br>	and live...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bernard+Thorpe">Bernard Thorpe</a><div class=q>
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	Africa you have given me my childhood years, 
	in you i know my friendships and my fears, 
	i have shed many tears on you, 
	for you, 
	and against you

	in you i have energetically bounced up and down,..."></div>
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