AFRICA

Africa My Africa…


Drum beats herald civilization’s dawning…
Cradle land of the initiate…
Mother of infinite wisdom…
Conquering hordes have trampled on your bosom
unappreciative of your ancient splendor…
Immeasurable treasures buried in your bowels…
Mined by foreign invaders with careless laxatives…
Warm and fertile womb of creation…
You gave birth to immortal souls…
Distorted by pagan influences…
Africa, sweet Africa…
Raped and pillaged, plundered and plowed
by infidels with no respect…
You cry and oil tears drip down
your blood stained mountains…
You perspire and diamonds rise from your pores…
Africa, my Africa…
You bleed the blood of the blessed chosen…
Your veins spew crimson rain down
on the heads of the unjust…
And unlike Pontius Pilot, they cannot
wash their hands…
Africa, my dear sweet Africa…
You shall be vindicated…
Black pearls will one day emerge
from the shells of capitalistic indifference…
And you shall, Phoenix-like, soar
above the forest of all…
Mother of us all…
You gave birth to the King and Queen of civilization…
And you shall have your due…
My Africa, sweet Africa…

Ty Gray-El, poet, conduit
2000

Mithia