The Last Children Of Africa Poem by Jonathan Tafreg

The street is not our father,
The street is not our mother,
Good life is not our brother,
The last children of Africa.

HIV is no guest at our home,
Witchcraft no guest at our home,
Fighting no guest at our home,
The last children of Africa.

We take up arms in the morning,
Guns and bombs we go farming,
The future we plant is charming,
The last children of Africa.

We fear no blood hot we drink,
We near no flood we can sink,
We cheer no mud though we stink,
The last children of Africa.

No more 'Save women and children'
No more peace and life war-ridden,
Rape and theft nothing hidden,
The last children of Africa.

The school is no longer the key,
The problem no longer the fee,
We have no more family tree,
The last children of Africa.