Moostef Vosti

Afreeka - Poem by Moostef Vosti

In a village of Jogoo Kimakia
Where straight paths are coners
And all coners are straight paths
Where local people plant maize
But they instead harvest cotton

Confusion, the order of the day
It's the only land the skin is dark
And money to spend is in lack
It's government does not run it
Tycoons and white bodied run it

Back then a story is told
This man who brought civilization
To this sleeping land Afreeka
But they paid through the nose
It was not free for Afreeka

The land where maize was staple
But it was not important
Economically cotton was stable
You need money to get food
Afreeka don't you understand

They brought their happiness
Lured Afreeka these Amerryka
To help free Afreeka feed
Hungry belly son of Afreeka
But they pay without any heed

In this village the land was for free
The white highlands it gave thee
Labour you borrowed from me
Became native on your land

Now is under racial seperation
This village was for free
Now not anymore we at war
Leader stand up for a plea
It's time speak what you abhor
Afreeka needs to be free


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Comments about Afreeka by Moostef Vosti

  • Wahab Abdul (2/7/2012 9:49:00 AM)

    What a nice poem is it! Nice words have been used in the poem. The quality of the poem is in its flow, the texture of the poem is knitted well, the theme is fantastic, a very good image has been created.The another quality of the poem is its mystic music. It is a great poem.I like the poem; I enjoyed it while reading. I am giving you 100/100..Keep it up. And at last I like to thank you for sharing this superb poem among us.please read some of mine. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 11, 2012

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