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.