TEARS OF AFRICA
Africa the centre of excellency,
Africa the beauty of humanity,
Africa the mother of intelligence,
Africa the epitome of posterity.
Your leaves were green,
until you met your grim.
Your breast were pure,
which your child's sucks,
today;has been punched sore.
My eyes stream with tears,
for our hope is now in despair.
verging on the carcass we wear.
when was your doom oh! Africa?
When was your shame oh! Africa?.
You embrace your strange Caucasian,
who romance you with insult like a magician,
didn't they came as a beautiful devil?
Yet you accepted them like the host of heaven.
I cry for you oh! Africa.
Our virgins have been pondered,
young men furiously wandered,
giving hope to our precious robbers,
who grasp our golds to asunder.
The greys at home are hungry,
the dead in the grave are angry,
our stomachs have began to grumble,
as we stiff in majestical struggle.
We have forsook our ancestral sculpture,
the very dignity of our historical culture.
The graves are crying again,
for their sweats have been in vain.
Many stands in a party apathy,
grooming themselves in several calamity.
What an Africa indeed,
covering in a colorful need.
Where is South Africa Mandela?
Where is Azikwe of Nigeria?
Men who flew our pride flag,
speak to Africa now before it sag.
