Our Hope

the riverbanks Lies our treasures Our hope and fears Explored in exploitation People hurting people We thought  the europeans Our only plights We feared but hated them In our innocent ignorance, Of what we learnt at a glance they battered  and stole our sleep With guns But years after they are  gone Our lives has been worse and no one cares How we fare Because you don't hear us cry Like it's in syria Hmmm! Yet worst things are done behind scenes. Our moments of joy? That we share with  the sky When no one hears them Playing kids on weekend days Bombed into ripples And sunday worshippers turned to ashes For God to take control Heaven must be full by now With my black brothers In plenty numbers   Yet in our hearts Lies the hope As we we go close To our hundreth year Of self reign.