Crying Africa

Rape her not, For She, is the daughter of beauty. But she has been manually abused By her four living children, North, West, South and East Africa. She cries in ancient and black suns. Using her as a vamp, In generating a so-called revenue? She cries tears of blood. Bleeds in the continuous present, In an imperfect, old, and unlikely future. She cries from dark eyes, With unfortunate tears, A vast and geographic cry. She is an abundance of natural resources, But still she cries, Of roads, schools, and hospitals. She cries of hot pains, Like blood leaving her veins and arteries, Of salty tears. She cries in corruption and depression. ©®2021 A.M Ngumbu Jr