' My Africa Home

My Africa, my home
As I cast back my mind
To days before I left
Before you left me impotent
Before the wars broke
Before thieves and looters
Who parade themselves
As politicians
Took over your affairs
Before morale and hopes
were lost, and both old
And young, left your shores
To 'I dont know where'
When I think of what
This modernisation has
done to you, I weep;
Men, thinking,
and inventing
New and more
sophisticated kind of
For the destruction of the
Fellow man.
It is almost three decades
now, and I still think of you
Like yesterday.

by Efe Benjamin

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