The Face Of Africa Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It is the meandering streams
Rivers of hope that fill her eyes
As tears that scream of hope
The dream of Africa
Sits in her eyes
As dew sits on the grass of her plains
Full of uncertainty and nightmares from her past

The face of Africa
Wallows in misery
A chronic lack of care
Has left its mark of despair
It is her children's dreams
That fall from her eyes
It is her women's screams
That stretches her womb
It is her men's desperation
That fills her with sorrow

Where is the Hope?
In all this open plains
Where is the dream?
In all this scattered seeds
It is the face of Africa
That tells the story of ruin
A royal princess
Captured by reckless bandits

The face of Africa is a dream
That is ever clouded
By the scars
That run from her head to toe
Hiding the beauty and the splendour
Of a continent with a rich heritage
It is not certain if Africa
Will rise again
From the ever flowing dream of Hope
And wake the heart of Love
To capture and cultivate her dreams

Africa, my queen
Undress yourself of the dust and pain
Wash your scars clean
And paint yourself with Love
It is time to come back home
To your royal palace
And gather your people
To cross the river of Hope
And enter the land flowing with milk and honey