After dusk, I heard a scream
I was awake; it was no dream
Against my window, I saw, I heard
Whispers, shadows, darkness and gloom
Scary and darker, quiet and ghost-like
A world blessed and gifted by nature
But alas, by self condemnation,
Rotting in immorality and corruption
In political and economic waste
I saw Africa
After dusk, I heard a scream
I was awake; it was no dream
Against my window, I saw, I heard
Whispers, shadows, darkness and gloom
Scary and darker, quiet and ghost-like
A world blessed and gifted by nature
But alas, by self condemnation,
Rotting in immorality and corruption
In political and economic waste
I saw Africa