Oche Echoda James


they have forgotten the birth-place of humanity
we struggle in the arms of their devastating exploits
lying in despondency, surviving like worms on the open wounds of our kind
now overwhelmed with unbearable pains in my heart
oh Africa, I weep for thee

Africa, where are thy pride and skills?
like the suckling, who shall we hold on to?
the West? Endowed with milk-filled-breast with poisoned coated nipple?
I see death masked with hunger on our door step
oh, I weep for Africa

I hear the groaning of untapped ideas in us
decaying unblical cord with the west worsens
let's cleave the desire for creativity
then we shall stand tall above the west
Africa, I weep no more

Poem Submitted: Monday, October 3, 2011

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