Afrika
A noble land inhabited by corrupt dwellers,
A land of peace, twisted out of oderorder by self interestself-interest,
A land of milk , honey and sweetness turned sour by her leader.
Citizens mourn and complain as leaders fill their pockets.
The national cake has become a personal cake.
The force of corruption driving it'sits leaders has no break.
The interest of the citizens are not well served.
They have no mouth to speak for themselves.
We continue to imbibe in corruption,
Corruption being the capital of other elements, like stealing, murder, war.
Leaders trample on their headheads.
Their heads fail when it isthey are not engaged.
Citizen diedCitizens die of hunger, wide thinking and prejudice.
The goodness of the land dies, and the land scatters.
Oh afrikaAfrika, when will you rise from your fallen statestate?
Its is dawn.