Once the color of the night, <br />graced in starry skies <br /> <br />The full moon left little to wonder <br />of the morning sunrise <br />Then we were singing “Africa.” <br /> <br />But lightning flashes struck our clouds <br />and raging thunders burst open <br />the sky and let the rains pour. <br /> <br />Now, we are flooded in austerity; we flow <br />scrambling for support, <br />tramping over one another for a gasp. <br /> <br />The current of diseases and hunger <br />washes us away. We slop in the <br />tides of corruption and as we are washed, <br />we flounder and we cry “Africa.” <br /> <br />Shivering like sparrows in winter <br />we are thrown from side to side <br />like trees, dancing unwillingly to <br />the music of the wind <br /> <br />Bruised on rocks and stunted tree roots <br />As we drift helplessly in the flood; <br />Choking, wailing, crying “Africa.”<br /><br />konye ori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crying-africa/
