You are excess of my goodness when am done with my badness <br />I love you Africa in excess for your excess of peoblems; <br />Poverty, wars, warlords, diseases, hunger, famine <br />And cataclysms evilest eating away your terra firma <br />Like a desperate Tigre on a capsized boat, <br />Your riches in history of slavery and heritage of colonialism, <br /> In the excess of your global bleeding that makes me love you more, <br />Your excessive black ugly humanity in the explosive population <br />of useless human beings; barely illiterate and blunt in knowledge <br />Buried deeply in the starkness of crude and vulpine culture, <br /> These bestow to me the synergy to love you O! My dear tarzanic Africa, <br />Your excessive cult of dictatorships that glitter in aura of democracy, <br />Sending your sons and daughters to miserable powerlessness, <br />Devoid of governance in abundance of power and money corruption, <br />Financing and cementing torture chambers for the voices of reason, <br />Building my pedestal on which I stand to execute <br />My cornucopia of love for you dear Africa, an avatar of Satan, <br />As you are prone and spread-eagled in a defenseless stretch <br />Against all the rapist condemning your self to ideological turmoil, <br />I still do love you in supercilious superfluity my dear Africa.<br /><br />alexander opicho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/africa-my-cornucopia/
