Africa
We the missionaries of histories
With boots of brute
We march into mission
With hunger and anger
In the confidence of our pains
In the scars of stars
We the stir the rivers
Our strength is drying
Our hope is char with hypocrisies
How many more hypocrites?
How many more charlatans?
Our many more gimmicks?
Africa,
The rhythms of corruptions
Choke in the belly evil genius
Africa,
Homes of the blacks
Where is your history?
Where is your strength?
Where is your spirit?
Where is your future?
awoh kingsley awoh
Copyright © Kingsley Awoh | Year Posted 2011
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