Africa Is Dark Poem by Anand Brown

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.