We Weep

Oh Africa
your sons and duaghters run
we fly in search of greener pastures
we your sons forget
you are already green
green with life and land
but you smiled
to your impetuous sons, you smiled
we fled you and yet you loved us
you said you will wait
the long wait
but behind that you wept
you wept bitterly and you still weep
like a baby who's mother is off to market
they exploited your face
your land, trees, sons
they took them to the cold
and they left you decrepit and bruished
their hearts were cobwebs
they now stretch their hands
they have repented?
their pardonable God, He forgave them?
for their brutalities against humanity?
they say ours is black
but they were wicked and black

Africa! we now remember our sins
we have rediscovered you
Africa, your tears overflowed your banks
it has reached us, we know your patience

Another Son is Gone

He leaves quietly
only his mother, father,
sister, brother know
he spends his last night quietly
in solitude to avoid those eyes
the many wicked treacherous eyes
mouth must speak with caution
not to divulge it or even mention
not to any living or dead soul
else they charm hindrance to his soul
but it has ended.
all these superstition, charm
or whatever you call it has all ended

There is a change in things
new way of celebrating
hullabaloo, gossip, whispering
drinks, dance, music, merry--making
from visa to ticket, departure
to arrival in the whiteman's land
but what is the hue and cry for?

He has to hustle on his neck
just like his fathers in the farms
he is in the factory packing rice bags
to send forty dollars
weep, i weep, for we lose another brain

Look At Them

as i tread on this path;
the ungodly stared hard
their eyes wild with fury
they sat up high on the mountain
what is their worry?
oh, perhaps they intend to maintain
maintain what?
aha! you ask too much, sorry
power i mean
oh i see; so they are mean
who doesn't know
politicians and "politricks"
they snake to power with tricks
like bats in the night
they drain our pockets to poor heights
following the dirty paths of their masters
those they accused of cheating
is it not the same sin they are committing?
they even do it more with pins
shhhhhhh--quiet. we'll be heard
we are dead, but we will live
they left us in tattered penury
we will roast in peace under our own
blood. now scavengers, senseless, selfish