Poem 1- Africa must learn again to fly


African lame crippled
Blind folds in cobwebs
Dump sink in dungeon
Story of past years continue
Our wings only spread
African as lamp
Darken beneath
Never thought for changes
Status quo exist
Neo-colonialism turns up soar
Recalling scramble and partitions of Africa
We are sick
Only a physician we need
Never dialogue for revolutions
Modernity a trade with
Youth believe chop I chop
African in neocolonialism
We need a tune
It tom tom called excitement
Way forward called for
Song Africa my father land
We disgraced mother womb
White skins sit in mockery palace
Projecting for revolutions
Let proof them wrong
A new dawn
Mother womb of earth
We must learn again to fly
White skins in mockery palace
We must learn again to fly.