Africa Poem by David N. Munene

I weep for Africa
I dance for Africa
I ululate for Africa
And sing;
And write;
And good tidings bring;
And recite;
for Africa

Africa has no replica
It is unique than Toyota Celica
But why do they call you dark?
Is it perhaps because you have black?
May be they perceive you to lack
In everything good and luck
But you never to me suck
For you have in the provision position stuck

I hovered my blindness
and with my eyes sightless,
History unveiled before my sight
And I saw you in my transcendent flight
I saw them coloured hands
Picking from your lands
Brutally, ruthlessly, gluttonously
But they that picked,
Have your name now cursed

The law was forced on your people
With whips and lashes aiming to cripple
For the success of the bourgeoisies
Coerced to shipping beyond the stormy seas
Now your children hate and loathe the law
That which to them became a flaw
Forcing their dignity so low
Like does a greater devil to a smaller devil
Never will they rise to their level

Every time your children:
Raise an idea valid;
Until by the coloured raised, it remains invalid
Can you blame them then,
When they come up with an invention
It is delayed, derailed, until it's an innovation
If not termed by the 'successful thugs' a protocol violation?

I smile when your sun shines
And your children hop
And like young calves skip
Whilst in the frost the coloured scorch
Cursing their nature, which they scotch
If only you'd for them care
You would the warmth and shine share
But you bear the scars
They inflicted on you with chars

But Africa, sweet lovely Africa
Your dusty terrains rugged
Have the foxes tails wagged
And the antelope and deer
Find your jungle so dear
Your waters unpolluted
Your villages joyfully populated
You have resources
Yet they are combated by advanced forces
You haven't an army strong as theirs
How would they let you build one with their fears?

Peace abundantly looms
And across it fills the rooms
Until their invasion,
You hadn't known aversion
But now you tear your own
And lifelessness fills your lawn
Out of shame you need to shake up
And for your future's sake make up
For I shout from afar like a trumpet, 'Wake UP! '