Africa's Child Poem by Christina Simmons

Is London now the new milk and honey?
How long will we stand aside and watch while
Africa is slowly suffocated and killed
The sweet land that once were is no longer

Ripped apart for her precious stones
Her magical soil: we rape her daily of her metals
Alloying we need badly for our fast way of life
How long will we stand aside
While Africa's children stave
To death resembling the lost tribe of Israel

Dinkas once noble and sacred now swarmed of ants
Dependent on cast-off rags
From western charitable folks
Looking like match stick drawings of guys and dolls
Ravaged by disease
The mud too tired to produce
Its trees too terrified to come out to play

How long will we stand aside and watch Africa's
Children weep for their loss childhood
The once playful breeds have forgotten how to let-loose
Memories of atrocious acts imprinted on the psyche
Like that of a computer storing information

Tear-drops now like blood
So maybe now they'd rather not cry

How long will we behave like angels without wings
Whilst laughing and playing with our perpetrators
For the bloodshed of our once garden of Eden
Brothers and Sisters wake up and honour thy self