Africa, oh Africa
Oh mother Africa.
We live in you
And you are ours.
But why do you treat us like this?
We ask for help
But you don't respond.
Is it because your head is bare of the sahara desert?
Is it because you are shaped like a question mark?
Is it because your stomach is thickly forested by the Equatorial forest?
Please Africa answer me
I am your slave Africa.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
Edward Kofi Louis 19 May 2016
We ask for help But you don't respond! It is really not easy; seeing what we go through in Africa. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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