Cursed African
21st January 2013 at the US capitol
Was the day men saw their idol.
He stood, brisk and spry,
And his order, no man could defy.
Africans and Caucasians stood in awe
For Obama was indeed a man of all.
Across the Atlantic in Tripoli,
Was Africa's father, who in harmony
Had advanced the "African Project"
Sharing his oil and sponsoring the sect,
Removing borders and uniting lands
Preaching "The African news" with open hands.
"Take my hand and shake
And let's together let's stand and not fake,
For as Sons of mother Africa
It's our duty to groom and uphold Africa".
Such was the Message from Tripoli's keeper
To the majestic Capitol owner.
The reply was his shunning back
Encased in a message and tag
"Let sons wed their fellow men
And let women do same like men
For such is what I stand for
A new freedom, unlike before
And be rest assured we sing not the same song
Here, you aren't wanted and do not belong.
And with the bullet for you I come
For we would never be buddy and chum."
The bullet came and Gadhafi slept
And with him, Africa sank and wept
Hitherto, Africa sleeps, caked in mud
Strangled by a man who carries her blood
© Temajung Michael T.
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