The Shame of The African Continent
by I dedicate this poem to the people of the world, especially the leadership of Africa and those that have a heart of concern for the continent so beautiful yet a disgrace to many. A shame to those who have gone before us.
Oh Africa,
The land of heavenly glory
Rotting in the shame and the stench of poverty
The rising fumes of your paucity into the atmosphere.
You have become the dumping site for the rejected refuse of the world yet wealth is within you,
Deserted and rejected is your offspring
Your leadership is all grey-haired yet lacks insight to revivify itself to productivity
For you desire less to be the inventor,
You have humiliated yourself and held onto old cranky systems that worketh not
You have disabled yourself, glorying in others’ sunshine, yet have none you hold.
Shame on you Africa, opening the palms of your hands to beggarly
Because your brain cells desire the warmth of your blankets
Shame, Shame, Shame
Gold mines shining, diamond sparkling,
Floods of petroleum in your closets await your consent to gush
Rains that approach only in season never cease
Great vegetation
Hard workers all around and within you,
Look how blessed you are, yet you tolerate the curse of sluggishness to flow in you like flu
Your valor adored worldwide
Coveted by all yet you notice it not yet a laughing stock to all who see your poverty.
Young souls in desperation
Have departed your corrupt government
In search for greener pastures; Greener pastures in deed
Sons and daughters of Africa enslaved away from their mother’s bosoms,
For your bosoms are devoid of warmth, the milk gone sour
Your arms turned up, begging while your heart curse those who bless you
When will you call your children home?
Feed them with all your God-given prosperity
When will you admit that you were blessed to bless?
Stop begging and start giving
For abundance is within your fold
But you see it not, for sightlessness closes in on you
Poverty has become your portion for you seem to have no notion;
What a shame Africa you are to the heavens above you.
Rise up! You lazy continent
Revise every old chapter and align your belts to the new world order
Arise, ordain and the world will follow after your own steps
Invent and distribute your wealth
Cease the complain and preach the gospel of “I can, I do because I am able”
Laziness no more for you are a blessed child.
Arise Motherland Africa!
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