*"The downtrodden"*
*-By Ogbu Vincent Chiedozie And Anene Ebubechukwu*
Sleepy,slow and drowsy
like the very dregs of palmwine
Is Africa,the downtrodden giant.
Lashed mercilessly by history
Lying like the very soul
of an overblown threadbare tyre
hedged between strong men whose
Eyes are black at her needs.
Lagging behind in the race
as all the world surge on
for a better pick of the slices.
In speech,her lips falters
Like a mouth pierced by many pins
And in places,dotted rags
line her landcape.
Resting on all four hemispheres of the earth,
Exists a continent more than a continent.
One with history as black as the race of its inhabitants.
My Africa,My Africa
Left with poverty for clothes
Used as a chess board for world powers
Betrayed, fooled and downtrodden
The giant that birthed education
Currently filled with illiterates
As numerous as the sands of its desert.
Africa, a land glowing
With the Gold crafted
by God's own hands.
Yet ashes are her other names.
Dusk to dawn, her people are bent.
But if a sleeping lion
Is awakened?
The whole jungle lies at
The mercies of it's roar,
Africa, thou art a sleeping lion
Arise and let your roar fill the whole earth.
*OGBU VINCENT CHIEDOZIE AND ANENE EBUBECHUKWU*
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