A new Africa

Written by: Light Obi

Africa, 
our 
Africa 
wearing 
sack 
clothes 
and 
ashes 
of 
shame. 
This 
was 
not 
the 
land 
our 
fathers 
fought 
with 
their 
aneamic 
blood. 
It 
is 
not 
the 
jewel 
that 
was 
bought 
with 
a 
costly 
pay,though 
many 
who 
sweated 
in 
that 
haggle 
folded 
it 
in 
their 
breast 
pocket 
and 
picked 
its 
contents 
one 
by 
one 
like 
groundnut 
seed/// 
Africa, 
my 
Africa 
now 
torn 
like 
rag 
in 
bits 
and 
sold 
the 
worth 
of 
a 
mask;entertaining 
and 
shocking. 
Is 
this 
your 
pace, 
slow 
like 
the 
milipede 
in 
foiled 
attempts?  
Is 
this 
you 
begging 
arms 
with 
perforated 
plates. 
Weeping 
dry 
tears?  
You 
dwafed 
like 
afflicted 
stems 
on 
succulent 
tree?/// 
Oh! 
Africa 
land 
of 
good 
grain. 
Your 
farmished 
figure 
fades 
away 
our 
faith 
in 
thee. 
It 
makes 
us 
curse 
the 
cord 
that 
hold 
us 
even 
before 
birth,but 
tears 
cannot 
wash 
away 
your 
blackness 
on 
our 
skin. 
In 
this 
fire 
that 
burn 
you,though 
hotter 
than 
hell, 
we 
shall 
mingle 
our 
tears 
and 
through 
steadfast 
march 
redeem 
our 
Africa 
from 
servitude.