TO MY KING AFRICA 

Now I can tell where you have been for days
When I was striving to survive and stand
And help my children in the barren land
A forsaken home for unwanted preys

I can tell where you have been my dear head
When burning rivers were taking over
And drowning the last hopes of our Mother
Planning to make each one a walking dead

Oh you blind father Nature sent me to
Cold heart and dirty hands covered with chains
Not pure blood but stained instead from your veins
Tainting horizons to make red their blue

You have been growing bigger on your throne
Feeding your shrines with milk honey and wine
Comforting your position with their shine
Just to be a king where there is no crown

You have there bloodsucking the Lady
Leading her offspring left while you went right
You took all candles and set them look for light
Poor father of mine, greedy like crazy

Now I can also tell where you will be
Exactly where you have chosen to be
In a place of wounds and insanity
The only place for you, hell’s custody

Not that you will be wiped away by death
You shall not enjoy that sweet privilege
You shall not even taste the sharpen edge
Of the knife you used to point at my breath

You will walk freely along the garden
Where happy people dance and celebrate
Where there are no wings that you can frustrate
Where you are an ordinary pattern.

 RAY NDEBI

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