Africa my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in the Savannah,
Your meadow rich and fertile
Your juicy tree taller than a man
Africa the radiant sun in your home
bask, and sign of clock- time,
Africa your eve, a period
of sleeping and resting hour
Africa you are the wisdom of the river
Wizard of the thick wilderness,
The moonlight unveil hours
of the nocturnal doom
Africa is this your head? bald
and no longer carrying Crown,
Your neck is no longer of title beads
And your hairs interweave with ribbons
Africa your sprout spray with chemicals
And your carcass without coffin, and grave.
Africa tell me Africa
Why are you mute ?
Your gentility has cover your fame
And your nomadic no longer feed his free range Cattle with grass, but sweat.
Africa you are dead living
in dead land. When will
you reincarnate back to life ?