No one is sure
Even though Africa is rising
Its growth is not surprising
Somewhere freedom is strangulated
And people are mercilessly killed
The fraction war is on
The natural wealth has gone
Into the hands of dictators
And crime perpetrators
People watch at sky
And ask why
Such thing is written on their fate
The answer is coming very late
People are worried
Peace is not hurried
Their fate is hung not in balance
The peace is only chance
The past might have remained glorious
The old saying also seems famous
But what of today
There is no other way
The past may remain past
That has conveniently lasted
But tomorrow threatens future
No one is sure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The past may remain past That has conveniently lasted But tomorrow threatens future No one is sure