Africa, the land of my birth
where animals once walked without fear
stories told sitting around open fires
would make

African Dawn.

Do you know an African Dawn?

Barbaric-beautiful- bloody,

The sun a ragged ball of fire,

hanging on the horizen

Africa

All your richness wasted

All your trees burned down

The big five is bragging

on another country's wall

Silly men

In Africa, our feet

puff red dust

with our shallow white breaths

and blue blood

we are past by whizzing bicycles

and dappled

AFRICA
(to africans in diaspora)

africa here i come, africa
africa of the black soul
the soul of an ancient culture
the culture