Africa

Africa Let me be me For what Africa Nothing in the 'be me' Just political propaganda What you are is black What's in you is poverty And you are corrupt A zoo ruled by rabid mokeys Armed with Herculean scathes Choping off heads Heads off poor souls What a shame Africa! A derided skin Scoffed minds What did he said, Trump? Would you deny it That you are such kind of countries For a place besieged Besieged with abominable kleptomania Impoverished little ones Dependent middle aged What a pity Stop singing that song Let be me Africa It's a caustic guff Africa and doom are synonymous Strife and fights Striving and staving What a grotesque place are you A hub for agony Be proud to be what? nooo Proud of such a place A place that stifle the minded Exalting the gluttonous Massaging the loins of the heartless Youths grow to loath their land Angry to be born in this place Ashemed to be afr**an Can we scoop it from the face of earth Throw it on the barren face of mars For that's where Africa fits This loathsome place This annoying colossal dungeon Can hell be better than heaven Can Africa be better than a zoo Is there a glint of hope Can we start by changing the name For it invoke hounds of terror Lets call you Wakanda And work towards it.