Back Home Poem by ANKWASA HARLORD

I sit and think of the future
And see myself driving cars,
I mean expensive cars such as
Audi, Ferrari name it
But back home I see,
Exploitation, suppression and corruption.

I have dreams, big dreams indeed!
I always say why me?
Just because back home dreamers
Are given a deaf ear,
Jobs have become hereditary
I see despair in fellow dreamers.

I say back home
Our flag has black in it,
Its significance no longer exists
We are never united
We fight amidst ourselves just like puppies.

I say back home
Our sick educational system
Doesn't befit us dreamers, we are wandering trees
With various branches but no progress,
"I remembered that we are Africans ".