mother drags her bony mass
the winds of uncertainty
buffeting her from all sides.
above her the ominous cloud
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OUR AFRICA *for David Diop, ‘Africa’
This is Africa,
your Africa
With an arc of a back
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No more
Taking of silly slogans
Of change from the corrupt politicians
We need statesmen and stateswomen
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So much suffering on the land
Dying of hunger the children are
The old too cannot withstand
The famine and deaths
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into a dustbin
everything goes
from dust to papers
everything unwanted
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My house is ablaze
Set on fire by my own kids
Who are fire playing with fire
But are arrogantly so
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Where is the fire
That burnt in freedom fighters
Making them selfless
Dying for our independence
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Children are taking years
Pursuing an education which
Defeats their little minds
However old they don’t flinch
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Say what you want to
Write whatever you will
For what the August House is about to do
Will entrench media freedom
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We are travelers
Journeying into the future.
We stand at the bus stage of life
Inside the bus love
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