The Dilemma of An African Child

- You want to know me ? I am kissed by poverty at birth Our golden sun produces gold no more but heat I am awaken daily to the crowing of guns The cock is gone and bullets are its alternative I am welcomed into this world as a sign of hope When our signs of hope today are taking us backwards My mama told me our generation had the key to success Unfortunately, we are married to frustration and depression - I don’t know me I am here and there, lost in the search for life’s meaning Life hits me hard I’m broken Like a broken mirror, Sending incomplete images I am introduced to a wrong identity from birth Everyone shows me that Europe and America is the ideal place to be So I’m wondering of all my friends and neighbors Who like me grew up seeing America and Europe as their new heaven - So here I am Trapped in a cage by life’s hunters My body like an aged person yearns to retire I am lost in the city of oblivion My soul I wish will find its way back home ©?Eduardo De Bosco