Look at that poor child
He is the face of Africa!
Black, snot-nosed, hungry and filthy.
You are oblivious to the petty politics of this
Glorious wasteland, yet you sing its praises warmly
With hand over heart.
With a hungered hoarse voice you scream God bless Africa.
But to what end?
Your mother is a drunkard and hovers around the townships
And your father left when you were still a thing in your mother's Womb. Now there you stand, lonely portrait of Africa.
There is no hope for you here at the tip of Africa.
We wait only for white men to take pictures of you
So that they can proclaim to their countrymen that Africa is dark.
this peace is very emotion, good poem thanks for sharing....
a heartfelt poem with powerful imagery. there's so much exploitation of the color of skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem indeed it portray the truth in light