BAD TRADE

Your inside is as soft as wool.
Breeze, so gentle and cool.
You possess the best of the sky’s blue.
To my heart, you’re the dearest.
Fresher than the green of the forest.
Your tinted shades leave nothing but to my skin, craves.
The sounds of your gushing waters
Make the mouth of my soul drool.
Your beauty makes me lips quiver.

But now,
without hesitation,
I shiver at the sound of your name. 
For I have bleached the better of your plains.
I have dishonored you with filth. 
And now I’m filled with guilt.
So with all in me and all I have, 
I’ll try to make things right; 
Make tomorrow for the tomorrows bright.
For I’ve realized what I’ve lost.
I’ve traded your tenderness for sicknesses, 
And now, I suffer the consequences.

But there’s always a way to make things better. 
Actions to right the wrong might be bitter. 
But I have to go through with them to the latter.
If only everybody could join me, 
We could undo our trade of Africa for filth.
Let’s start by keeping our homes clean. 
Then we could bring back, 
That sweet and unique fragrance of Africa back to our streets and cities..
Cheers to the new page!!!!!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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