Once the color of the night,
graced in starry skies
The full moon left little to wonder
of the morning sunrise
Then we were singing “Africa.”
But lightning flashes struck our clouds
and raging thunders burst open
the sky and let the rains pour.
Now, we are flooded in austerity; we flow
scrambling for support,
tramping over one another for a gasp.
The current of diseases and hunger
washes us away. We slop in the
tides of corruption and as we are washed,
we flounder and we cry “Africa.”
Shivering like sparrows in winter
we are thrown from side to side
like trees, dancing unwillingly to
the music of the wind
Bruised on rocks and stunted tree roots
As we drift helplessly in the flood;
Choking, wailing, crying “Africa.”
great poem :) really great. read it for an ap lit paper, and i dont regret doing it.
This is a piece that reflects well on its title. The writer delivers, in candor, The framework of africa at this moment. One of poetry's responsibilities. Well done, and well worth the read. GW62
I do think I will read all your writes so far, your youthful touch just pours over.. Excellent! ! !
Very good poem you have written here Konye full of youthful passion for your great Continent of Africa you can be one of the future voices of Africa if so you wish to be keep on keeping on
Another boldly descriptive piece of writing, Konye. Your pen drips courage in the face of such grande injustice. Continue to put your words to 'paper' as that is where the healing begins. Linda :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your content is O.K., but you should make the rhythm smoother.