To the pearl of Africa | Wabwire Ronald | 2022-12-10 06:56:40
It is me
Me from the land of those who seem to be lost
Me, whose dark skin covers a red liquid
Running under it
Singing with pride
My mother land
The land vanquished by egocentricity;
That land where elders eat their own children over power
And they are pleased;
Their today seems to satisfy their children’s tomorrow
It is me
Whose heart runs faint
At the mention of them
Myself is young to be eaten
I say silently therefore
That our tomorrow should be preserved
And silently they reply with solipsism
Eating you is the next move
It is me
Whose siblings look on
As our own are betrayed
Only their eyes with fear they swell- with tears
Who would want to be eaten?
It is me
Whose plea will continue moving
To the immovable hearts until they feel
That my mother land is all we have;
In the same skin we are clothed
The same liquid in which Africa shouts loud
We all bear; we share a home, it is the same culture
Those majestic mountains need us
The great lakes admired by many are for us
This beautiful Savanna blossoms and
The ever-there sunshine beg us to protect them
It is me saying,
Politics must be played by us
It does not have to play us
We are strong together
Sharing and dialogue must put us together
Love for peace must be preached to one another
And about bloodshed at the end we shall not bother.
(4th August, 2018)
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