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
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