Mama Africa
MAMA Africa, do you hear me calling? In the village hut, looking for the rain that is not falling? As my brothers and I listen to the beat of the drums Beat like the heartbeat, beat beat As my sisters dance, dance to please To plead 'Our lands are barren, our children are hungry. Our elders are disheartened Oh, Mama Africa, why do you desert us now?
A, Alert are the young men and boys As they creep and sneak, waiting, To pounce on the beast. Our only source or food. Holding closely, the game, scared to lose It to the wild, untamed. Swiftly sweeping the forest plain, their feet move As they return home. Mama Africa, do you not see them Are hungry and burdened? F, Fertility, as my mothers and sisters Give birth to weak life. Too weak to be alive Too alive to be killed So we let them live .A generation lost and gained. Mama! Not another child! R, Revolutionary the soldiers that fought for the Freedom of our tribes. Setswana , Amazulu. Kololo. Etshonalanga ,
Blood on soil rumbles (rumble rumble )
Cries too loud as they lie dead in their graves But what freedom do we have now?! All in the name of Development and Technology.
Mother, why did you let it get this far?
I, Intellectual are the minds of our leaders
100% Educated, but no Wisdom or Vision, only Ambition. Telling us of innovative ideas But instead, leading us into a dangerous trap. "Follow us "they say, In attractive, persuasive voices "We know your deepest desires” Selling dreams to the unknowing minds.
Like humble sheep, they follow behind.
Mama, open our eyes. C, Colour fills the land. White, black, mixed race. All but love and peace reigns in this land.
All forms of homicide destroy our own. Why? Why do we kill our own? Why do we radiate hostility, danger ,in our pride lands ?
Scarring the innocent, cold-heartening the weak. For what? Mama save us from this blood thirsty disease . A ,Abundance no more . The fields are dry Our mothers cry "The land is barren "And so are our sisters . What's left to love in Our beautiful motherland ? How are we to grow If all we do is look down on our nation ? We hate and destroy But we don't love and create Symphonies .
We plant seeds of Calamity and Callousness
And still have the audacity to blame it On the next generation . Ask yourselves , Was is not you who raised it ? Oh Mama Africa ; Help us ,guide us . Restore our roots . -_the_poetess_X Students, YOU CAN SEND YOUR ARTICLES THROUGH E-MAIL, FACEBOOK, WHATSAPP or TEXT Just app Charles Mushinga on 0772936678 or send your articles, pictures, poetry, art . . . to Charles Mushinga at charles. mushinga@zimpapers.co.zw or mushingacharles@gmail.com or follow Charles Mushinga on Facebook or @charlesmushinga on Twitter. You can also post articles to The Sunday Mail Bridge, PO Box 396, Harare or call 0772936678.