Wipe Your Tears Africa Poem by Tosin Abegunde

Wipe your tears Africa
Your wailing, though deafening,
Is audibly silent before your saints
Who in the open, defile your lass
As fueled by the dowry he paid,
As meagre as sea shore sand.

A dowry stained with black blood:
The root of your endless gnashing;
Polished with the sacred fluid
As though to enlighten the simple
But brings gory sight everywhere:
A testimony of greed, flirtation, all.

Listen not to those giant experts
Who, in their scorn-ful pleasure,
Pacify you with tale of miscarriage
On the pregnancy your lass had,
It is a structure driven abortion
To make her foetus in-conclus-ive,
Damage her fragile womb,
And so, make her look ageing.

Be wise with speed,
A fool above forty is a fool indeed
Lest your burn-ing tears like ocean
Fill your street like song of a goat.

Blame not the lass for this shame,
Though she pose nude in streets
Geared by sheer innocence and,
Lack of factual esoteric soundness
Thus, why she lost her virginity
Cheaply off the path of morality.

Rejoice in hope Africa, I say rejoice,
For your king comes on a horse,
With a sword he comes, earnestly
To wipe your tears of anguish and
Take your defiled lass as his queen

In his days shall just-ice reign and
Will tear in pieces your oppressors
Only if she'll divorce her marriage,
And remain celibate for a season
That the king may meet her tight.

This is a hydra headed secret
That few men of the old path had,
And in it, your king delights.

Life and death you've know today;
The bond and the free you've seen
Oiling the wheel of custom,
They remain free indeed.

This is a test only if you can.