A Cry For Africa
We weep, we weep for Africa my homeland
The land of my forefathers and great grandmothers
Where civilians mercilessy cut each others throats
In a fight for economic freedom.
Gone are the days of peace and joy
Days of love and pity
When siblings used to share a locust's head
For unity was a powerful tool.
Today smoke rise to the skies as ashes return back to ashes
Peace is no more and love is lost
Pride, greediness and hatred are comfortable in our despair
Africa my homeland has become a bowl to spill blood
Yes...we weep, we weep for Africa
For we are living though life is no more
Corruption and evil have taken our land
Children kill their parents and parents kill their children
Africa my home has become a messful place of torment
Where souls are grilled with sorrows and horrors
Hope is lost even the future is dark and dull...
Doomed and cursed!
A prayer we lament;
Bless our souls oh Lord we request
And hear our cries of bloody tears
Be merciful and forgive our sins
For we are still your children though sinners!
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