Tears of Africa: A Chronicle of the Dark Continent
Across the Red Sea,
Black ravens fly over troubled lands, pecking and wounding to the drumbeat of monsters, nesting far away in glass towers – their heads filled with the taint of black dragons.
Here, however, these monsters have already settled in, suckling their precious dinosaur blood from Gaia’s teat. Here, they have already won. No one asks questions. No one turns their head. They have been here for decades, and sit back comfortably and watch gold line their pockets, as blood seeps into the sand.
All that stops here. It stops with us. While their eyes are blind to us, we will pluck them out and make them remember that this is not their world. It belongs to Us.
- Searing-Wings-Of-Sun, Corax War Correspondent