Africa Has a New Weave
Concrete cities of our converted land.
Currencies creeping along, Naira or rand.
This is Africa, should we take a stand?
Helping hands strip rich rocks into their bands.
Debtors demanding for repayment. How grand!
Is this not africa, being exploited by their demand?
Twisted talks just to redeem their brand.
Foolish facades of goodness spoken for our misbrand.
Africa's afro now gripped by a hairband.
The beauty of it all Reduced to nothing.
Patterns of pride are left puffing,
pacing and on their knees before assimilation
pushed them to conformity.
Conformity with the rest of the nation's.
The majority of their dim drab glows.
Just another place, that everyone knows.
The loss of togetherness.
People now ungenerous,
As Africa's silky strands replace her natural beauty.
Copyright © Elizabeth Gyan | Year Posted 2023
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