Treasure Island

Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

(20/09/1990 / Ghana)

Awake Mother Africa


Awake mother Africa, awake
For you lie asleep for long
Your future is in the balance
And your dignity fades away with the passing of the days
Your children are blindfolded
And we trail destruction in ignorance
Each day, Mother Africa;
A layer of your beautiful clothing is molted away
Your heritage escapes the present generation
And the heroism of the land seems to have perished
with the death of your first sons
Mother
Are we truely your children;
And yet we show no resemblance?
Are we of your lineage;
And yet we are world apart?
Awake from your slumber Mother Africa, awake
Lest your children perish.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, October 05, 2011

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