Mama Africa Don'T Cry
Oh Africa
Many nations envy you for your productivity
Blessed sons and daughters of talents and ability
You've shaken the world with powerful potential
Your sons have led those who called them Monkeys
You are a real giant though you are still asleep
That's why waste all your time to weep
Why do you always think about overseas?
Those envious men do not want to see you
It's time you unite and do what you want
If you continue worshipping the maker of the guns
One time the gunshot will blow all your guts
Africa you are so blessed with a protective melanin
The immunity of your sons surprised the colony
Your land productive and your sons creative
Why cry mama Africa
Why must you important the clothes they have worn
Why can't you see that the ragged is torn
Why are you craving for jobs in Dubai
Where your sons and daughters work hard to die
They call you the black because your skin is dark
They don't want at all to be associated with black
Until they are killing their own black
Footballers are bullied for just being dark
Most of your problems come from their land
Before they came you didn't know of money
Today love for money has brought corruption
You girls die on streets 'cause of prostitution
You need it to progress
Yet it makes you regress
They just brought the internet and your youth lost their morals
Your administrators were elders, chiefs and king
They didn't have the guns but peace they were keeping
No curfew and no lockdown, no covid-19
You didn't have to cry that the police is brutal
Your meals were healthy and your drugs natural.
By Teacher Kevin
Copyright © Teacher Kevin Ouma | Year Posted 2022
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