I Curse the Rains Down In Africa
Child reads the stories
Of great explorers
He dreams of deep jungles
And wonderful animals
But he does not realize
How dreadful the place is
Until he crosses one of the seas
And among foreigners he is
Some hate him because of his accent
Others because his pale skin
Not just white but pale
Like a sick person according to them
This is somewhere else not Africa
But Africa for pale faced boy is even worse
Animals fight between each other to
But at least they only fight to survive
Yet they will all eventually vanish
Such is a peril of life
That which once was beautiful story of Dark Continent
Now is understood as inhospitable living dying hell
But beware of a curse
And anger of man with face like death
Only he the fate can decide
Beware of wizard turning into warlock
The song goes I bless the rains in Africa
Beware this turning opposite of that
The pale faced boy is now a man
And only he can save Africa if it does not destroy him first
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2015
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