Africa: A POEM
Africa, so replete with many Yet so poor. For so long, those whose chains bound her have long left her shores But yet in chains she bind herself. Those chosen to represent her now eat Alone in a bowl in cliques. Her leaders intoxicated by power never let go Sniffing lives out of any who dare oppose And so the people became slaves in their homes. Africa for once we all pointed fingers at the colonials.. Saying in one accord let them leave. Gone they all left But now we are worst than they left us In colonialism our children had jobs, Now with power our children are jobless For isn't power more useful in the hands of the Oppressor? Why do we chose to betray the very tenant which we fought to be free Sadly, like the Israelites in the wilderness We ask our moses why has thou brought us out of Egypt to die in the wilderness?? With so much, yet very little to eat Africa her people, her ...