| by Bridget | |
| Published on: Nov 10, 2005 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=6557 | |
Strictly between you and I I would never tell a lie Forever, truth is still truth Facing truth I ask of the youth For always men will be men Sons of men can learn from pain to gain The motherland, Africa is who I am That ancient overwhelmed dame Meditate on me; think of me, your continent Asking, to ease the pain, for a little ointment My children, born of me, born to me Look around me, tell me what you see Poverty, disease and its devastation? It’s up to Africans to begin the mitigation Oh for some sound education Oh for the elimination of corruption Those only you care keep in remembrance No matter how harsh truth is, learn acceptance If only that great majority could access education And your leaders trade corruption for dedication You'd take your first step to that day When your greatest troubles will be at bay How can you look to your exploiter? While in your woes past and present you falter To gradually turn into your savior, Look out for you and provide for you forever? Today I'll tell your destination Even though I need not mention Where you are headed to is the dark nowhere With handouts, empty promises you are lead to the lair If you don’t rise for yourself today and now You will be no more and not know how Salvation for you will never come from the West Help for you will never come from the East Hope for you never dwelt in the North Answers for you never came from the South There is only your Maker to look out for you Look for help elsewhere until your brown eyes turn blue But your Maker needs you to do your part Before you accept eternal defeat to lie down on your mat In the Bible God says of Judah: “for lack of knowledge” My people are destroyed, “Child of Africa get the edge” For your lack of knowledge You count on promises of the mirage « return. |
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