When Afrika is seen not heard
All mothers mewl for they are so
With Afrika portrayed absurd
A father’s place is soon let go
While Afrika by fools is tamed
That brother hunts for joy with lead
With Afrika her pluck contained
See masters who with string are led
But none like I cry foul when taxed
Nor turn our backs in rush of gold
Our vigour on this path shan’t lax
Nor on its own like banking fold
So Afrika fear not old friend
Reality is yours to bend.
Thabiso Nkoana©2013-04-23
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