giwa expensive


Africa - Poem by giwa expensive

Long time ago.
There was a land blessed with richies, human and natural resources.
But the people of the land felt she has blessed them equally.
So they rage war among themselves.
They plot against one another.
Africa! Africa my Africa.
Africa of the proud warriors in the essencial savannah.
I have not seen you, but my gaze is full of your blood.
The blood that split through the white pools.
And the white pools strickly red.
Do i not see a recap or a repeat in history.
What is happening to our people?
What is happening to Africa?
Africa! ! !
Oh Africa.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012



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