Sweetbert Nkuba
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WHAT IS AFRICA?
What is Africa, A stranded housefly
In rain season, a dark tomb, hell
Blackmans leprosy, a Whitemans giggle?
What Africa really mean?
The ancient mother of life, that denied life?
The husband that stolen wife?
The king, that turned a slave,
The hero, which gifted a grave?
The dim-star, the sold brave?
What are thy religions, than ways to heaven?
Africa!
The house, split by boundaries, dark home!
The smokes mushrooming city, gun powder, firing game
The home of wars, school of puppets, tent of refugees,
What are your tribes, than just dialects?
Africa!
The free bomb town, land of mine own,
The queens tattered gown, worthless mine
Of the endless sunset, mute sunshine
What are your colours, less rainbow signs?
Africa!
The gourd of rat race
Of the greedy to bury peace
And prophets, pioneers of pupecy
The modest lamb, father of autocracy,
What are your races; a mother to forsake her child?
Africa!
The mid-day rose, the wild daisy
The kingdom in wilderness, pal to democracy,
The deserted dame, diseased mother?
The dying child, the whipped brother?
What is your clan, a unity of state?
Africa!
Who are you, Africa, than that I know?
An innocent child singing
The sweet, soft flowing Nile in the desert
The Rappd maiden in her childhood,
A nymph at the bank of the Kagera River
Eating green, living green in green
But dying of tribus
Cc 2002
(Page 1: The Voices from the Shadow. A book by Sweetbert Nkuba, Literature: Genre Poetry)
WHAT IS AFRICA?
What is Africa, A stranded housefly
In rain season, a dark tomb, hell
Blackmans leprosy, a Whitemans giggle?
What Africa really mean?
The ancient mother of life, that denied life?
The husband that stolen wife?
The king, that turned a slave,
The hero, which gifted a grave?
The dim-star, the sold brave?
What are thy religions, than ways to heaven?
Africa!
The house, split by boundaries, dark home!
The smokes mushrooming city, gun powder, firing game
The home of wars, school of puppets, tent of refugees,
What are your tribes, than just dialects?
Africa!
The free bomb town, land of mine own,
The queens tattered gown, worthless mine
Of the endless sunset, mute sunshine
What are your colours, less rainbow signs?
Africa!
The gourd of rat race
Of the greedy to bury peace
And prophets, pioneers of pupecy
The modest lamb, father of autocracy,
What are your races; a mother to forsake her child?
Africa!
The mid-day rose, the wild daisy
The kingdom in wilderness, pal to democracy,
The deserted dame, diseased mother?
The dying child, the whipped brother?
What is your clan, a unity of state?
Africa!
Who are you, Africa, than that I know?
An innocent child singing
The sweet, soft flowing Nile in the desert
The Rappd maiden in her childhood,
A nymph at the bank of the Kagera River
Eating green, living green in green
But dying of tribus
Cc 2002
(Page 1: The Voices from the Shadow. A book by Sweetbert Nkuba, Literature: Genre Poetry)
