Dark Africa
Mystery
They say it is
The land of wonderful Africa
Where dreams shatter to tears
Souls lost as water of sweat
Our landmarks bordered by wars
We cry to our so blessed destiny
Yet we worship to feed our motherland
The rich land of resources
Basins potent per world fill
When shall we be free oh Africa
When shall we love ourselves?
Our honor we bury in mass with the souls we take
Our streets we fill with blood of innocent mothers
Tension heightened in our political system
Our entire land host chaos
Yet we claim world provider
So why not feed ourselves
Rather than killing ourselves
Breathing gunshots as they blare our skies
So cursed not for freedom
We scream everyday
Yet we are blessed with no disaster
We have killed our bird
And replaced it with a bat
Where are our brave democratic leaders?
Where are the men
To stand up to this bitter trial
And restore the land before our fatal exploitation
Copyright © Joachim Amoako | Year Posted 2014
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