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.
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