THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 49
That precious tears, is falling again,
Day and night she, live in pains
Working so hard, yet nothing to gain.
Seeking for change, but what they give is pains.
My heart cry
As i see pains walking by,
My tears twisted awry.
It’s no crime again to steal
One’s day of peace, no appeal.
The three of harmony is killed
With hope when the land will be healed.
A fired clay
Unsuitable for child’s play
We have our pleasant way
But turned into dismay
Africa, Land flowing with milk and honey.
How is that you have become the reason for mourning.
What our ancestors built with sweat night and morning.
Is now jeopardize because of thirst for power and money.
Will not pass and pass
bravo! Nor it lass,
even the Grey hair lass.
where shall it mass?
The cry of the afflicted
The groaning of the maltreated
The ululation of the frustrated
Poor children,victimized & immiserated.
The tears of the nation,
Graving for change with perfect rectification,
As it covers some and many crashed in recession,
Yet some still went after coronation.
Who will stop her from crying?
For her land is full of hunger and killing.
Her daughter cherish not again her virgin,
Fornicating is now her willing.
African tears of mothers,
African tears of fathers,
Behold;our blood are brothers,
So,let the pains stop bother.
Lovely is the day right from time,
But it has no ground this time.
Pains are the questions in smile
Tears hidden under shallow smiles.
We, the black nations
Our tears flow like an ocean
The pain to obey without objection
And fear of not going into extinction
African, black people with black mentality.
With minds and thoughts filled with diversity.
Full of uncertainty.
With future prone to calamities.
opening hands like masters,
Sticking hands and minds cheaters.
detriment,o! Ain’t thumb this leaders.
Forsaken in a Kingdom
Which was sieges as a fiefdom
They are captivated without freedom
Not minding their orgy of wisdom.
The blood of man flowing like water,
Killing with knives and slaughters,
The land crying at the merciless bomber,
Some drenched in “Soccer”.
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