Crossing
Africa is aching
For its problems are aging
Here is the thing
Our social ills are adding
Because no one is acting
Hence we see an African child crossing
Crossing for they can’t stand starvation
Crossing because of wars and political instability
Crossing for they seek greener pastures
Yet Africa is richest in mineral resources
The world is the witness to that
It pains me to see my fellow man die
They drown and become food for sea animals
Crocodiles don’t have to hunt anymore
Because fellow Africans are bound to cross
Running away from their countries to save their souls
Those who master the art of crossing
And get to the other side of the Promised Land
Still faces bigger crocodiles and drowning
Women and young girls descends in brothels
Where their freedom becomes a fairytale
And soon they drown in feelings of despair
Those who master the art of crossing
And get to the other side of the Promised Land
Still faces bigger crocodiles
Xenophobia is among the deadliest crocodiles
Many have died all around the world
Lately I’m scared to pride myself as South African
Because our soil is wet of the innocent blood of immigrants
They died because they’ve mastered the art of crossing
Copyright © Bongani Zungu | Year Posted 2017
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