Africa, My Africa!

A poem about Africa, Africans and our future. Enjoyable read GUARANTEED!

 

 

From the streets in the cities

To the trees in the bushes

Africa is so sweet

 

Talk of the best thing

That ever happened to me

Africa is just it

 

Look at the food and our colour

Black is for the one’s nature has honoured

Africa is well lit

 

You see the poverty and death

We see the virginity of our wealth

Africa is so rich

 

How come you didn't see the tenacity of our youths

Amidst the lies and acidity of our political brutes

Africa is too solid

 

We cannot forget about the lives lost, the fighting’s

And the lies that they're all in God's course is annoying

Africa is sleeping

 

She's the pregnant virgin, exploitations unending

Especially with the western origin, delivery will remain uncertain

Africa has miscarried

 

The resources and her managers

Disunity is a major danger

Africa is suffocating

 

From our lost dress sense to our lost cultures

Even in our lost accent, the truth is so sure

Africa is lying to herself

 

From her children in the nooks of foreign lands

To her parents in the crannies of barren sands

Africa is calling, come home

 

The solution is in our youths

Still being Cultured with foreign roots

Africa is in trouble!

 

So, when the call comes to you

Come back to your roots

Africa needs you!