Innocent Africa

                    Innocent Africa



   We were seated in ranch like sheep
Grazing our pots like bees on the hills
From our fingers down to the elbow
Our mother's stew runs, and still we eat it with ego

Our farm was our play field
And under the night moon comes our News feed
That old wooden pallet carries our weight at night
And those tattered clothes convey our pain and plight

Our old ignorant thought would have brought our fame
But with faith we change our fate
When some strange figures cleared a way
Giving ample reasons we should leave those days

Now as we walk in different phases
We stare with awe amidst varying faces
But we've fallen too dip
While though we were just to take a sip

To be as bright as headlights
It's hard to keep our heads right
Because we forgot our mum's rite
And we've ignored our first bite

Return home! And fix the heck
Before you're left without a neck
When babies in your home will vent to you
Then you'll startle as you speak the truth

Or does the colour of thy skin determines thy mindset?
Oh Africa! thou hath fled to western beast
Buckle up for the siege
Before the storm rises the dust

And thy sword hath rusted
Remember thy motherland yee trusted
Run! Run!! For they await your silver spoon
Your silver spoon?

Yes! with gold in thy hand of blood
Return!
 Return home!!
Return back to the hood!!!

As we build back that empire of wood
And bring a season of relief
Then we open the gate of the breeze
That makes the world evergreen.