THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 49
Africa, you owe me a great question.
Who garrotted the wings of protection
And dung holes for ruination?
Who gave corruption a better portion?
Her son now sleep on the street,
Her land honey is no longer sweet.
Oh! African tears; making life bitter and sweet.
Who will wipe her tears away and stop her mistreat?
The little ones are dying
As the sun is crying,
Our beauty ain’t fading,
Oh!Yes,we can as African without killing.
We’ve been brutalized
In order to be civilized
While that was actualized
Our ways became jeopardized
Thumbs up to our heroes and front runner.
People like Awolowo and Nelson Mandela.
They’ve all done their part and all that was in their power.
Now it’s left for us younger ones ,both the taller and the shorter.
will not decay,
for no way…
and our mind said ‘hurray’
They cry facing their oppression
Bitter tears drops in aggression
For they weep in depression
Living an inheritance of suppression.
Oh,the crying of the land went up,
When will there be change, recession shoots up?
Many went into marketing “shop”,
Yet they became rubbed.
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