Reconciliation, to a land in despair,
owing to the past and present
that brings forth much woe,
hypocrisy, exploitation, marginalization,
degradation, rape, strangulation,
ample chains wieghs hefty on the land,
and one yearns still for a reason why.
Motherland's every fiber shares this longing,
an insurmountable frustration,
chain of pain, felt at heart,
in dire need for an imminent release.
Yet through different branches
of incomprehensible trees of aches,
Africa hopped and hops
like a petrified chimp,
that must jump, swing and climb,
dare not succumb
till the predator changes course,
and the air returns to the natural aura
that once soughs and serenades the forest bossom.
Whipps of hunger are not gone to be back,
its every stroke, feels as mere insect bite.
Grown tough, rough as a thug of war,
who's so far beyond lines of peace,
of what horror more will life bore?
Bruised and scarred from wound but at ease.
Tell me, how can one reminisce the past with cheers
or wish for it to re-play its inconsiderate scenes?
Yet, imagine the past to be lived once again,
She'll welcome it with more than partial warm embrace.
But would demand THIS TIME, its every moment
embraces her fortress as a mother to her gem,
the very infinite moment after birth,
shedding uncontrollable tears of joy.
Yes, every fiber of Motherland's grace
owes an unparalleled gratitude to the trying past.
The ups and downs magically strengthens the will into zeal,
the zeal of today is to succeed, that of tomorrow? To proceed.
Courageously, for the children's sake.
Immuned to the weather and wise together
They shall grow firm and live through it, as an oak to its roots.