Africas Cries and Distant Hands
africa cries
when as a boy my dream was taken away
of africas land filled with mysterious dark forest ,
beautiful mountain's and blue oceans
where the lands fed its people one and all
now as a man africa has transformed into bloodshed
, filled with greed and fear.
Its enemy its own people robbing the weak and poor
africa your tears must dry
be weary of your leaders whom
belief the ignorance of the masses
gives them the right to murder and rob the weak.
africa stand up
africa dry your tears
choose not to live in poverty,
deny your wealthy to be robed.
africa let the hunger, fear and bloodshed
of yesterday not be in vain,
stand up, fight for tomorrow ,to live
as you should , proud ,free ,strong as a African should
distant hands
we walking a road of uneasiness
taking a path already walked
stumblig with pride and fearlessness
knowing whats said has already been told
fear not for the fight has never ended
it must be fought with zeal and might
with us to defend the just and weak
as hand of yesterday take us to tms place
filling us with pride knowing
ur are watching from above
your silent sacrifices
your loud cheers and tears
is the beacon of light,
a guide for todays fight
yes you still our hope
as hands of yesterday
comming from heavens doors
to guide us to a blissfull end
Copyright © Raphael Foster | Year Posted 2017
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