Africa I Am A Hippopotamus Poem by Allan James Saywell

You cant hide from the Hippopotamus
People of Africa
Even though his vision is blurred
He can smell the poverty
And taste the hunger
He stand in the clearing
Listens to the cry of the children
Your land is borrowed
What lie on the earth
Will stay on the earth
The bones of the children
Will turn to dust
Their spirit will live
The armour of the Hippopotamus
The waste of the Hippopotamus
Will be sown into the earth
And the children will cry no more