The wounded continent Africa
A peom: the wounded continent Africa .
Published by The crown media East Africa .
Africa, oh Africa, land of gold and pride
Riches abound, yet your children suffer and hide
From poverty's dark shadows that refuse to depart
While neighboring lands, with hands so cruel and cold
Plunder your wealth, and dictate your fate
Leaving your people in chains, with no escape
No vision of hope, no light to guide the way
As they toil and struggle, day by day
Your beauty is marred, your potential untold
As your children suffer, their future sold
To the highest bidder, with no regard for their soul
Leaving them in darkness, with no control
But still, Africa, you hold on to your grace
A beauty that shines, a spirit that embraces
The resilience of your people, their strength and their might
A hope that one day, they'll rise, and shine so bright
And break free from the chains, that bind them so tight
And rise up, to reclaim their rightful sight
As a continent of plenty, where all can thrive
And your children can live, with dignity and pride alive.
Please note that this poem is a lamentation of the suffering of the African people and a call to action for their emancipation. It is not intended to perpetuate any negative stereotypes or stigmatize any particular group.
Classified:
TEAM OUMA PATRICK (TRANSFORMER) ASPIRING MP SBC 2026


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