Africa Was Better
AFRICA WAS BETTER
Signs of fantasy
Creeping me into ecstasy
Sad signs of destruction
Sinking me by pollution
Signs of good forestry with herbs that cure
Destroyed by fallacy
No way by natural creation
That stings this destruction
To make selfish currency
For our literacy
We sink into destruction.
Africa was better and fine
When greed had not come to dine.
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