Africa

Africa


Africa, a place with so much in its past,

This continent has memories that will forever last,


People think of this place as a giant sore,

Maybe it was self inflicted from there brother’s who’s hearts

They tore,


Nobody seems to remember the greatness of Africa,

From the great Shaka, to the queen Cleopatra,


When People hear of Africa they see famine and AID’s,

But it wasn’t always like this, not before the crusades,


Africa a place full of so many riches,

Why did you sell us to the white men with switches?


The place that once had so much wealth,

Is now full of starving, and those with failing health,


Some of my ancestors were taken from the mother land,

Or maybe freely put in slave owners hands,


Africa, Africa, is that really me?

Africa, Africa, you're in a state which you shouldn’t be.