What a beautiful word ‘fragile' is - fragile
states are delicate, breakable, precious;
objects to be treasured, to be loved and
cherished - applying this exquisite term
to unstable African states touches me, I
see Africa a lonely and beautiful queen
on her throne abandoned by vassals for
lack of information & integrity, her state
rooms falling to waste
Her beauty lost upon herself since all her
mirrors are broken; her treasure chest is
bare, Princes come from afar to fight the
Dragon of Desolation and War keeping
Africa at ransom, but her minerals are
plundered by criminals who feed the
Dragon to keep Africa weak and the
Princes of Peace are destroyed
by invading hordes like these…
[9 October 2014]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem