Africa Poem by Adams King

Is this the mother Africa we know
Is this the place we call home

Africa what have you become
What have your beauty turned into

The mighty Queen of wealth
Now turns a slave dressed in poverty

Homeless and helpless are we
Traveling through the hopeless road

You big and bountiful woman
How hunger has made you lean

Your mouth is kept in the dust
Your teeth rotten in your mouth

You cry, you wail you scream
Your voice remains voiceless

Slowly you grow weak to die
Poisoned by your evil deed and greed

Love remains the cure you need
bit such love you can't afford

From your eyes, drops of pitiful tears
That washes your color pale

Will you ever find a better resting place
Will you ever find a better to die

Africa, may your night turn into day
and your dry lands be watered