A word that hits her pride
Shithole (Africa)
A word that hits her pride
Her skin has affected her mind
Even when her resource,
Feeds their kind
Her frolic home gets painful truth
Beautiful Africa,
Sunk in mismanagement
Hollowed in high taste for wealth
To feed their wallet
The world is made of our endowment
To grease their machine and element
Carry western product like an helmet
Still we smile with empty pocket
They called theirs polish
Ours' bush and destined hardship
Her growth suffers in leaders cage
While our wish cries in export ship
Why won't it be a hole?
When our monetary value
Cement their needs alone
Afterwards paint the sky with promises and hope
