Afrika I Mourn
Afrika I mourn
After all, I had to resume, disparities taught
Good and evil, to acknowledge virtue of vice
Halfnaked I walk trailing the ethos of culture
Footprints that are permanent and so rinsed...
Their marking ever fixed for generations yet
To perceive the absurdity of humiliation wry.
As of the trend, Mwenemutapa denied violent
Utapwa, Nhapwa. And now it resonates too
Her anger, Mama Afrika I mourn of today's
Tragedies and brotherly genocides impetuous.
Alike Saul to Damascus, I need the lighting
Conversion into an instrument too alike Paul.
A genesis of this generation is my quest storm
From your bitter taste of liberty I had sacked
And violence became the means, resolving exit
I am weary of that philosophy Mama Afrika.
Changes I bellowed alike an agitated swam of
Bees, stings of truths to inflict the relaxed one.
Diplomacy the ripped beasts of my beauteous
Memories of bad dreams, Awake Ma Afrika.
From the rinsed fancy and nurse thy children
From your nakedness, let for once your own
Mammary glands slowly drill the cavities that
Your nourishment be of a redemption of ethics.
Copyright © Wilson Waison | Year Posted 2019
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