The African Dream Poem by kingsley keke

Bloated bellied breeds of coloured race
with spindly dangling frames for support
and eyes deeply sunk, with no mist of hope
laced with lashes of hunger

These are my kindreds!
frail buds of the giant Iroko tree
that fosters the tropic African forest
now hewn down and left to rot

Children butchered in parent-less homes
where papa nurtures aborted dreams
forcefully enlisted to war against fellow brothers
and mama lay still, in a pool of blood
sacrificed for our wishful tomorrow

We roam the streets of Africa
no more terrified by death's mournful knell
for our death lies in us
the mystery of our empty bloated belly

But we will survive!
amidst the incessant threats of penury
and the rumblings of infirmity
from one vicious cycle to another

We wear a face, naked with hunger
and resign to forlorn feast
when in some distant continents,
children have enough to eat and throw away
...yet we will survive!

Tell the waiting vulture
that prowl the streets of Africa
preying on the remains of our brothers
yanking their lifeless limbs apart!

Taking refuge in our silhouette
trailing behind wounded children
waiting till our last breath is drawn
and a human dinner is declared ready!

But tell the waiting vulture
that no more carcasses will litter the streets
and our continent, no more a grave yard
where dreams are murdered, yet unborn
and visions stifled, yet in its bud!

For our sun will rise again!
and our earth will bud, adorned in the colours of nature
our barns will burst in abundance
and we will speak one language, one word 'PEACE'

This is the African dream,
for what cause our fathers died
and what cause, WE WILL LIVE!