Open Your Eyes
Open your eyes, Africa.
They have returned —
not with guns this time,
but with contracts and smiles.
You call them investors,
but they are the same colonizers,
only dressed in modern suits.
Why do you let your enemies
run your mines and gold fields?
Why do your children starve
while strangers eat from your soil?
Your copper, your lithium, your oil —
they leave your land raw,
and return to you as finished chains.
You cry for jobs,
yet you export them
with every ship of unprocessed ore.
Africa,
you are the pulse of the world’s economy,
yet you crawl in the dust
of your own abundance.
To the youth in the diaspora —
come home.
The continent calls you,
for the old guards have sold its soul.
Remove the thieves in power.
Their loyalty is not to the people,
but to the puppeteers who feed them.
Europe cannot live without you.
China trembles without your earth.
Then why do you kneel before them?
This is not the time to dream.
It is the time to awaken.
For the second colonization
is already here —
and its name is investment.
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