Poem: That woman


    That woman
    Rich in all that nature can give
    There she is, a beauty even from afar
    An embodiment of all that everyone desires

    Be it the work of her hand
    The knowledge that she possess
    The strength that she carries
    Above all the power that she wields.

    Alas! she does not know
    Wooed from left to right
    She repeats the chorus of every side’s song
    She cannot sing her own song

    Poverty they say it’s her name
    Damnation her fate
    She is losing her identity
    She does not know what she wants
    Always waiting upon others to be told

    She is the one at the receiving end
    Always waiting for a handout
    Even within the plenty that she lies
    She can’t claim to own one

    Her children are going wayward
    They are at each other’s throat
    Greed is tearing them apart
    Her family is becoming a desert

    Oh she seem helpless
    Is she?
    When will she gather her house together?
    Determine her fate
    Be the star among her mates.
    Does she even know who she is?
    Arise! oh AFRICA

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