NO WEEP NO AFRICA
                   By Olajide auxano Adekunle


The black man's soul
Pierced, now with a large hole
Charged down below
And heart filled with sorrow

Toiled with age
Servants on the colonial stage
After the closure of that page
Comfort to us still a sage

Our dreams was the hope
The hope was the dope
Yet at achievement we still flop
Even black souls at the top

Cursed black us not
From civilization, we hid like in tryst
The trailblazers always face the wrath
And our economic fabric a massive rot

Courageous but not brave
Unlike the Bible's king Dave
Yet rhyming at Poverty's octave
Even with a living, a slave

The fore fathers at work,wept
Our father at their jobs,crept
All this while we their children slept
Having longed for solution in futility at lenght

The slaves wept for Africa
Our colonial masters swept from Africa
Now we weep for Africa
Away! All this weeping we must sweep
Although, no weep now Africa


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