Africa (Weepy Song Of Africa) Poem by Ogu Henry Chijioke8888

I have cried
I have cried all night
long in silence
Tears running down my
cheeks
My honour is gone
My young generation
have been taken away
Looking for food to keep themselves alive.


My properties are in the
hands of foreingers
I now go begging to
them for help
Just to get food enough
to stay alive
Hunger has made my
flesh burn with stress
Until my eyes are in, as
hot as an Oven of tears
Grief has taken the
place of my Joy
Nothing is left to be
proud of.


My Children risck their
Lives
When they Look for
food in the streets
Leaders wandering
through the forieng
Cities
Like a blind bee does
with their families
They show no Regards
for their History
These are the once
who rejected my black
breast like poison.
They are as successful
as misery.


Even the rulers of the
Forieng Nations
Believed that they all
are slaves
They have also heard
them insulting me
In different ways like
slaves, like clowns
Prepering and making
plans to Loot my things
From morning till night
they would laugh at
them.


O disaster has tortured
my children
Those who lives abroad
This same disaster has
caused sickness
To my Very poor heart
Bring us back, O Love
Bring them back, O lord
For I have cried all night
long with pain
But tonight I won't cry again.