Addressed To Africans Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Chant the eulogies of our fathers
In a mild melodious tune.
Let the birds fling and flap their feathers.
Africa, do no ancestor impugn.

Let us not much blame our west allies,
For Africa enjoys the chunks of her brute-
Of African inhumanity to Africans - our follies.
Africa, do no ancestor impute.

Wherever the earth and the sky exist,
There, surely, goodness and badness abound.
And Africa is no exception to this,
Hence, Africa, do no forefather confound.

Africans, be conscious you still have sellouts
Whose dreams are un-african and dirty,
Leaders who will make us situational louts.
For this reason, this generation is likewise guilty.

Africa, are you aware of your lunacy?
Disunity, discrimination, intolerance and greeds.
With these, Africa diminishes in a witless fancy.
Why then do we shift blames for our collective deeds?

Let us all be willingly and selflessly idicted
For our own native Africa's throes,
Let us now stand up fully spirited
And heal our blessed Africa from her woes.