God Bless Afrika. Poem by Poet jerrimos mugweni(ZVAVANHUVEVHU)

My stomarch is rumbling with Colonial Constipation. Thouh missionaries are written all over my african skin. I dream of another better day to ring and recite this poem. Africa my mother land. Africa my wonder land. I cry the tears of sorrow. I cry tears of joy. I cry tears of self independs. For better days shall come. I see someone rising from the povo-rical dust. To end the relm of dictatorship. To end the diarrhea of political propaganda. When people are given only the intestines. When they eat of the steack. But i see a blessed Afrika. Asia massaging her shoulders. Brasil looking from affar. I see four hail stakes of hay bowing before Afrika. Madagascar saying i was always with you dad. Alstralia and new zeland ran away. But His hand Jehovah Shall streatch to Afrika. GOD BLESS.