Africa or Erotica

It is about Africa as perceived by an African.

This clump of land is Africa

Not someone’s collection of erotica

The world makes her swell with erection

When all Africa needs is resurrection

Someone always has their vitals on the loose

Ditching out graces of Africa they choose

Keeping her blindfolded

Or making sure she is scolded

These shadowy beings are masquerades

Looting Africa over new crusades

The rape of Africa is ever stubborn

Just like a stillborn

 

Who am I?

In the world’s eye?

Iam a fleeting shadow

Of an old, wretched widow

Wedged between want and despair

Groomed to be poverty’s pair

Gripped by fear and war

All in the name of law

But Africa holds the key

To a future with me

This clump of land is Africa

Not someone’s collection of erotica

Author's Note

Do you see a clear message in this poem?