Twins of African tragedy
Long have you bled our face
And pillaged our conscience.
Been prodigal with
Our shrinking resources.
Could have been the emeralds of conscience,
Cruelty has drowned your affection and
Maimed your umbilical of ages

The worm that ravages the veggie
Resides in it
Amidst the wise lives the fool.
No sage lives in your home anymore
And aliens are not to blame
Affection has left town--
You are the residents
Of the cities of bitterness
The villages of hatred
The hamlets of regrets
And the continent of disillusionment
You sit in the verandahs of shame
Where you celebrate orgies of self emulation
Millions butchered
At the altar of darkness, while
Foreigners ascend to the moon
And the pinnacles of the Internet
You are busy burning our tomorrows.

Beheading: beyond the cries of alarms
How much more can you be prodigal
Betraying the values of atavism?
Terror now the toy your children play
Nightmare the school they attend
Alienation, the education they receive
How can the farm grow a new crop
The plants, a new bud
When pernicious tornadoes ravage the land
Burying the seeds of tomorrow?
Oh Africa,
For eons you have bled.

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