If I should cry <br />Would the wind take my message home? <br />My hands are sore from tilling the ground <br />My voice is coarse from shouting in the sun <br />My back is bent and whip marks fresh <br />I paint a picture of a sordid grotesque shape <br />My name is Africa, Humbled, subdued and proud <br />I’ve lost my ways, my trees, and my pot <br /> Electricity churches and mosques take over <br />I’ve lost my virginity and naivety <br />Now am wizened way before my years. <br /> <br />If I should cry <br />I hope the wind carries my message <br />The message of my travails, <br />My body is marked from indirect whipping <br />My hands are sore from holding the biro for too long <br />My back bent from long hours of work <br />I paint a picture of fake Hollywood residents <br />I cry at night silently from my impotence, <br />Emasculated, I result to greed and cheat, <br />But silently, heart aching I cry of my torments, <br />Hoping the air, the wind, the water will convey my message. <br /> <br />If I should cry, <br />Will the wind take my message home? <br />I have lost my voice and potency, <br />I can only come home and cry, <br />The power of my voice is so long gone, <br />Who wants to listen to uninteresting ramblings? <br />My voice is replaced by TV’s and games, <br />My traditions lost to curiosity, <br />My ways totally history and long forgotten, <br />Who needs such barbaric ideas anyway?<br /><br />hamid kareem<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-should-cry/
