My Dear Africa Poem by alexander opicho

My dear, sole beloved, Sweetheart,
are you still joyous of me,
and also not worried about my love for you
I was so very upset when I last visited you,
and in such heart renting moments, I see everything
still much blacker and more horrendous,

Forgive me, one and only beloved Africa
for causing you such crisis of identity
but I was shattered by your doubt of my leadership
and faithfulness to democratic service,
Africa, what can we do to catapult you out
Of this silly scum?