Somewhere In Africa
Somewhere in Africa
by Tosin Abegunde
Some men bud-ding-ly gathered
Coming from far and near,
And wandered like sugar ants.
On the soil of the negroes' gi-ant.
They, like a chain of an arm-anda,
Heartily sing a rhythmic chant:
'Let a new earth arise
Let another world be born
Let a bloody peace
Be written in the sky'
To this, the gi-ants dance in folly,
Ignorant that their doom 'is here'.
They pieces peace for rage;
Burried the old peaceful earth;
Welcome a new earth of horror.
More sing the vagabond minstrels:
'Let a second generation
Full of courage issue forth
Let a people loving freedom
Come to growth'
A testament of coven-try trade of:
Our yesterday, today 'n' tomorrow
For a kingdom of tense violence
By the khaki men of elusive world.
Yes, I love liberty but I am denied.
Are the gods are to blame?
In the darkness of my thought,
The band leader whispered to me:
'Let a beauty full of healing
And strength of final clenching
Be the pulsing in our spirits
And our blood'
I begged with tears for a meaning,
'The survival of the fittest' he said,
'Like the value of scarification it is',
'A great pain with a...' he stopped!
I cried, cried and cried, no remedy!
Hovering like a ghost denied aljana
I stumbled on a quatrain, it reads:
'Let the martial songs be written
Let the dirges disappear
Let the race of men now rise
And take control'
My cows kindled and I soliloquize:
Isn't this a feathered apocalypse?
Any Theresa to wipe tears of men?
Where will these men hail from?
Will freedom ever spill our blood?