A Lament For True Heroes Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

Africa! true heroes have all passed, awake
Now is time for new heroes to come
To save this land from imminent vibrations
Africa is the first Africa is the last of our own
Save Africa from annex and hunger for gold

Come heroes, awake Africa our home
Africa will soon be nothing but a bare field
Hundreds of ships are laden with gold daily dancing away
The beauty of Africa is coming to a weeping end
Urgently, urgently i'm in search for heroes

I feel the remains of the old humming in silence
The best of Africa has a white man's name
Let us unite forces behind the economy of our own
And strengthen our beloved land Africa
The potential for Africa is rich, do not bow to death

The out flow of our tears will run until the end of pain
Our tears must pierce a man until the burden is gone
I will not sleep, i will not sit, i will not stand and
Watch The cream of Africa packed into sizes to another man's land
Where are the heroes in this continent?

Disbanded into puppets for pleasure and treasure
Ah! dead sons and daughters i feel your pain
To own a land so rich and watch it swept away
I lay no blame for in-viable defeats but cowardice
What use is there to a good land without heroes