Just like a neglected mother, Africa is bleeding
Her soul ripped apart and thrown to the hyenas
Her kids also raped and left to the vultures to feast
And she wails to the emptiness of the universe
Wondering why even some of her children have joined those who violate her
Her oldest now enslaves her grandchildren
She watches as they wander through the land seeking providence
Hearts shattered, minds ill and families broken
She turns her head and weeps to the folds of her skirts
Because she knows not who to tell that her children are starving her grandchildren
Her wails now turn into mourning
Who will she tell that her youngest had to fight the sibling to be free?
And now that he’s free he has started fighting his own children?
She wails louder and even louder still
Because she wonders how long her children will suckle her breasts
Just to spit in her grandchildren’s faces
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