The Cry of the African Youth
Here we are the African Youth
Waiting endlessly to be leaders of tomorrow
As propounded by our predator Overlords
Decades have passed and the wait continues
For many years gone by
We have been Cannon fodder and thugs
Propping up the old order
Drenched continually in broken promises
In schools we were inundated
With exploits of our current Masters
Which imbued us with high dosage of patriotism
But today exclusion and joblessness are our companions
Hear our cry of desperation you cities of Africa
Listen to our wailing of disillusionment you villages across the continent
The youth of Africa have come of age
Now that an African Spring beckons
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