When I See Africa Poem by Mashallo Samilo

I see a baby with a green sweater and a moisture tone
The magic that foretell two hundred years
In it's cacoon, the following blawn is seethed
That even block the tanks from lightening
And stops the time of a chopper with its whirling and spinning rotors


precious soil crumps that were hacked off by pink cult with a mallet
The space fighters were decapitated by them
Roots that solve scientific quandaries
That the other cardinal points still racking on their brains
A conondrum that failed the professors

The wind which fight the gravity
Fauna striding with cat steps in the sky
Ropes that vomit the necessities
After licking the walls of gynae
The saucer that breaks the destination
In a blink of an eye
The brook full of fresh that descends from the mountains

A man possessed with the air
From the underground comes with a key
I see deserts, polluted waters, earthquakes, volcanoes,
Engulfing the baby
Through the opened windows the
Mosquitoes has been granted access
Inundating the sweater with projections of urbanization.