POEM BY; ALICK MUSHEKWA®
©2020
*UNITED AFRICA, IMMATURE DREAM*

Africa is the beauty of the earth,
Ladder of success and wealth,

Mother to the outcasts, and a farm of gold and silver; ideas in it flow like a river

Misfortunes are believed to be brought about by their own leaders; the continent is believed to have lost direction and so requires a serious driver

Photos of our own poor fellow Africans we shot to show and attract donors

We claim to be doing everything in the name of equalizing the poor and the rich, when the motive is love for dollars

Medicine and vaccine from abroad we accept which turns our place as a territory of mourners

Africa is our mother land, singing beautiful songs in a musical band gives Africa its brand

All we sing, and see is a dream. The law of success is based on using what you have to get what you don't have

Yet, this sounds not enough unless I stain the innocent words with blood of our forefathers;

"UNITED AFRICA IS IMMATURE DREAM"

The idea of being united is still immature like a fresh zygote in the womb still developing

You can never tell its maturity if the nutrients needed for its proper growth in maintaining its stability are still rare

When need everyone's participation to maintain an incubation of our immature ideas to grow and give total care

We call for unity,
When we hide our agendas to maintain integrity,

Pretending to bring sanity, when the results of your campaigns is ever in vanity

Walking shoulders high and claim to provide good education quality;
Is what has been the news spread to gain political popularity

Health facilities are meant for the poor; with no regard to "do unto others what you want to be done unto you" division is seen when the rich travel to India for medication and Africa is taken as site for inferiority

Note; this is just a part of the whole

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