raw buried talent
unexploited potential
treasure abandoned
AP: 1st place 2020
A craze of excitement stirs in me, as you walk through the door,
An amazement that curries into to existence, it's about keeping a score.
Pearl swept wisdom lurks as my thoughts purge the experience.
The expectations, the explanations, of what happened of what was.
The phantom of the calls, the fantasy about it all because,
I still imagine us setting back in the sun,
With not a care that can be undone,
But I draw closer now unexploited, undiscovered in the ocean.
With what I know now what I knew then.
I open with words and who knows what to them.
Plagued with an unimaginable measure of beauty
She sits somewhere between the Indian and the Atlantic
Her history boasts of nothing but debauched slavery
Having served leaders who were very autocratic
She boasts of a vast expanse of unexploited vegetation
An even greater magnitude of untapped mineral resources
Yet her people reside in abject deprivation
As they look beyond their motherland to external sources
Famine, drought and diseases are her nemesis
Her leaders never seem to be sensitive to her plight
Amassing wealth for themselves and families
Ignoring the very reason for their current might
Oh Africa my motherland
Bursting with glory and heavenly blessings
May the good Lord stretch forth His hand
To bless thee with leaders worthy of your consecrations
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