Oh! Africa by Dennis Okyere Brako
Conceived in
bravery, so was your land carved
Perfect in
beauty it stretched from north to south
Pyramids
lands that sheltered The Lord from Herod
The
birthplace of civilization, a torch to the world
Stuffed in
your bellies; precious stones of every measure
Embedded in
your sons are ideas of immense treasure
Our Creator
was fair with your share of nature’s gift
The sun,
rivers, mountains vastly abounds to the rift
Divided like
the amoeba, you fell prey to the swift,
The best of
your sons were taken to the ship
Pathetically
chained and carted over the deep
Like ox to
the slaughter, the reins muted their weep
Joy reigned
when you resisted the rod of the imperialist
Yet your
ruler’s are worse than the colonialist
In the sands
are mashed the blood of the innocent
Greed and selfishness
has flamed the sacred incense
Out of your
slumber, your sons awaits your resurrection
How costly
they have to pay for your redemption
At the river
banks your offspring’s live
Yet washes
their muddy hands with dew
Chastise your
sons who bite the breast with the milk
Awake mother
Africa! And clothe your babies in silk
As the
traveler longs for the oasis, your sons await
Rush to your
hidden treasuries before it’s too late!
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