The Bleeding Africa

the bleeding Africa Africa is the cake of the hunters at a table some where In the west from yesterdays history Africa was stabbed chosen and divided till now it still bleeds it scars is obvious home and abroad till today the hunters are still hunting so always we have the bleeding Africa the bleeding Africa Africa still bleeds in the well of poverty we are sock with starvation history with proves never lie neither does the proves with it obvious reality of Africa proves me wrong am a young bleeding soul from Africa a human like everyone yet it hurts to see what is your right denied taken away in Greed's like we worth nothing our land destroyed like we are nobody our economy controlled to devaluation like we are not accountable of our own so here you see why always we have the bleeding Africa the bleeding Africa Africa bleeds to wars we are not far from Syria we exist but walk in shadows our hero's don't last our struggle never end our dream is always eternity despite our grave yards are always full full of the innocent who did nothing evil to deserve an early grave our old are sick our hospital are worn out so our needs always remains endless to no avail starving people all over the place moving around in the bleeding Africa the bleeding Africa 35 years I have seen the world 35 years I see same politician's controlling Africa is obvious in 35 years I realise they are mere pulpit 35 years I grow to see they are not what we need a man of 35years is no longer a boy he could be a president so in 35 years of my life on earth all I see from the old days till now is nothing but the bleeding Africa