Young Ignorance

I don't know any African heroes Only the city slickers on their quest for seven zeroes Teach me the names of the fathers of prose And how , with blistering fingers and eager minds of listeners from ashes they rose Show me how the doomed generation told the tales of today's black nation Show me, I say, show me how my imprisoned ancestors emancipated today's indoctrinated I yearn for soulful the teachings of coffee stained pages with dog ears and ragged edges Africa who are you children? Africa where are your heroes?