I’m trying to forget the past
But it keeps coming back like a incubus in the night
Africa sitting on the table distributed like a piece of meat
The eaters ate and left the waste for the kids to build
Wanna live for peace but war comes to play
Knocking on my door I tried to tell him to go away
Gotta play by force or else hunger will take me far away
Witnessing my mother die by the hands of a regime’s kind
Now I’m scared to go to sleep my sister singing an unknown English lullaby
Couldn’t understand the interethnic obliteration
My land degraded through mineral exploration
Our wealth Siphoned out
Can’t seem to stop globalization’s greedy hand
An economic scheme, Africa has lost her self-esteem
Now I’m fully grown, I interrogate my own Soul
What is Africa to me? She is still a major key in the Orchestra’s piece.
K.Oni
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