Agony Of An Africa Child Poem by Akinrinola Tosin Emmanuel

POEM: AGONY OF AN AFRICA CHILD
POET: AKINRINOLA TOSIN EMMANUEL
MOOD: FRUSTRATED


Someone come and call the superior to an end,
we are in a world where we no longer care to be our brothers keeper,
A world where we live in fear and dismay
A world where we walk naked yet not ashamed
And live comfortably with our nudity
Africa!

we are Africa! we are blacks!
We feel pain in us for we discover our nakedness is open to all
We Claim to love our youth ironically
And call them leaders of tomorrow
At Twenty-five they still have reasons to borrow
Their sadness in heart is longer like a lorry
But our leaders still ask them not to worry
For how long will they keep moving on this journey?
Is that a villanelle of hope?


We are Africa! We are blacks!
So we hail ourselves, still in dark
Our child of yesterday is our youth of today
Striving, straggling and smuggling
They say our country is bad
and go overseas, leaving their father's land
Our Aphorism hidden without the insanity of our sane minds
Africa!

We are Africa! we are blacks!
Our currency no longer have value
Our youth get up each morning and head off to work
Doing it well and rapidly, From construction to retail, and a paper shuffling clerk.
Working hard to get better,
Earning money to settle matter,
Focus more on every tasks,
At the end of the month still can't punch a penny out of their pockets.
Africa!

We are Africa! We are blacks
So blessed with youths of great potentials
who can turn the world to a better place
our leaders coax to Sponsor
We all hail our leaders for this and give them their honour
But our youths are cajole about the future unseen
Now their intelligence and Spectrum of ideas is no longer celebrated
They all move into the Survival of the fittest Race
What a shame!
Youth are Frustrated
The old at seventies are ruling
while youth at thirties are wandering around
Africa!

We are Africa! we are blacks!
our illusion has made us incline
We carefully hide the finest face of our dame
And live in pathetic charade of pretense
When are we putting on long trousers?
And pull off our knickers
Our Youth Tarnish the image of our continent
Who are to be blame, youth or Leaders?
No job, they move into Being a fraudster called Yahoo
We hail them for making it and become a Star, for they are now in full bloom
What a Paroxysm dilemma For an African child
African! .





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