Poems About Africa Seeking Honest Critique
#Africa
How The Mighty Had Fallen
Oh; how the mighty had fallen
Once a lion; now barely crawling
A land where rivers of wealth once flowed
Now cracked with hunger; dreams corrode
They sold our gold for a bowl of dust
Fed us lies and broke our trust
Once the Giant; tall and proud
Now we kneel; heads bowed
The king feasts while beggars wail
The throne is built on chains and nails
They buy mansions across the sea
While we drown in poverty
They raise the tax; inflate the price
Turn our sweat to sacrifice
A day's wage won’t buy a meal ...
Once a lion; now barely crawling
A land where rivers of wealth once flowed
Now cracked with hunger; dreams corrode
They sold our gold for a bowl of dust
Fed us lies and broke our trust
Once the Giant; tall and proud
Now we kneel; heads bowed
The king feasts while beggars wail
The throne is built on chains and nails
They buy mansions across the sea
While we drown in poverty
They raise the tax; inflate the price
Turn our sweat to sacrifice
A day's wage won’t buy a meal ...
#Africa
#corruption
#greed #poverty
#greed #poverty
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~defenseless
in the heart of auburn equatorial sun
drumming wild with wet thunderbeats
of shrinking craniums & surfacing
uraniums- with winking tricky glints
of golden diamonds, busy feeding
the bloodied cartels
where also the social bonobos
still thrive in the feminine reigns
enriched by the gushing wide
riverine Congo & the falling high
Zongo in sand~ slurried screens
i stand (fading pale and blinded
as a frailly miniature grouped out ant ...
drumming wild with wet thunderbeats
of shrinking craniums & surfacing
uraniums- with winking tricky glints
of golden diamonds, busy feeding
the bloodied cartels
where also the social bonobos
still thrive in the feminine reigns
enriched by the gushing wide
riverine Congo & the falling high
Zongo in sand~ slurried screens
i stand (fading pale and blinded
as a frailly miniature grouped out ant ...
#Africa
#dark
#freedom
#politics
#rebellion
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The Cry of Africa
In the heart of Africa... a tale unfolds,
of oil and gold... diamonds and coal
riches untold... of lands turned cold.
Our soil, a treasure... deep and vast
Yet stolen by shadows from the very past.
Corrupt leaders sit... on lofty thrones
Trading futures... for foreign loans.
They dine in luxury... in gold arrays,
While the people suffer... lost in haze.
The streets are weary... hope is thin
Promises broken... time and time again.
They speak of change... with polished lies
ELÖFÖKANBALÈ... now, our tensions hyped
While...
of oil and gold... diamonds and coal
riches untold... of lands turned cold.
Our soil, a treasure... deep and vast
Yet stolen by shadows from the very past.
Corrupt leaders sit... on lofty thrones
Trading futures... for foreign loans.
They dine in luxury... in gold arrays,
While the people suffer... lost in haze.
The streets are weary... hope is thin
Promises broken... time and time again.
They speak of change... with polished lies
ELÖFÖKANBALÈ... now, our tensions hyped
While...
#Africa
#corruption
#freedom
#peace
#politics
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Locked In this space
Blown in the space
Wreck on our hands
Another 4 years in waste
On the block 20 and the bait 23
It is the moment we could have hit the jackpot
My space mate in struggle
Different opinions in bigotry
Echoes on the space
My breath oozy in the stench
We hit the poll
To pull the PO matrix
It was vibrant joy in the space
A time of liberation draws near
Our sufferings to be written in the sand of time
Long time in our history
We could beckon call of hope
Drum of liberation
Is the greatest of...
Wreck on our hands
Another 4 years in waste
On the block 20 and the bait 23
It is the moment we could have hit the jackpot
My space mate in struggle
Different opinions in bigotry
Echoes on the space
My breath oozy in the stench
We hit the poll
To pull the PO matrix
It was vibrant joy in the space
A time of liberation draws near
Our sufferings to be written in the sand of time
Long time in our history
We could beckon call of hope
Drum of liberation
Is the greatest of...
#Africa
#city
#home #prison
#home #prison
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Within Inks of Africa
I find myself lost on the brink
of a darkening African ink
rivers flowing up from the south
still conceal their alluvial mouth
Beyond photoshoots in the mist
more than just some bucket list
another task to then complete
sampling this life still bittersweet
Enduring harsh afternoon rain
this deeper phantom pain
from a homeland once lost
with its ever confounding cost
As I feel this...
of a darkening African ink
rivers flowing up from the south
still conceal their alluvial mouth
Beyond photoshoots in the mist
more than just some bucket list
another task to then complete
sampling this life still bittersweet
Enduring harsh afternoon rain
this deeper phantom pain
from a homeland once lost
with its ever confounding cost
As I feel this...
#Africa
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#travel
#TruthOfLife
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Inks of Africa
Another Kenyan sun does rise
above in clear sapphire skies
a gentle glow across the grass
will not allow all this to pass
Since I have come a long way
just to now be able to say
nothing… let the savannah speak
in voices both bold and meek
As life again comes alive
this endless struggle to survive
the truth of tooth and claw
leaves me once again in awe
For there is beauty in ugly death
an eternity between each breath
as I watch the elephant herd
recite...
above in clear sapphire skies
a gentle glow across the grass
will not allow all this to pass
Since I have come a long way
just to now be able to say
nothing… let the savannah speak
in voices both bold and meek
As life again comes alive
this endless struggle to survive
the truth of tooth and claw
leaves me once again in awe
For there is beauty in ugly death
an eternity between each breath
as I watch the elephant herd
recite...
#Africa
#confessional
#travel
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Ink from Africa
How then to pen this write
capture every facet of delight
the simple blessing of each day
while I make my safaring way
Crossing the tall savannah grass
waiting for the oryx herds to pass
waiting for them to lead me
to this place where I am free
Dark earth beneath bright sky
again answers me why
I come back to now face
the majesty of this holy place
As I listen to the silent sound
of this wisdom all around
how it can...
capture every facet of delight
the simple blessing of each day
while I make my safaring way
Crossing the tall savannah grass
waiting for the oryx herds to pass
waiting for them to lead me
to this place where I am free
Dark earth beneath bright sky
again answers me why
I come back to now face
the majesty of this holy place
As I listen to the silent sound
of this wisdom all around
how it can...
#Africa
#confessional
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
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Kidnapped
The rickety bus jolted as we were driven across the only real desert in Africa . I'm trying to stay positive pushing back thoughts of how easily it would be for the old bus to break down at any moment
I decided to dismiss the thought because we had finally reached Cape Town. I couldn't wait to see all of it and film everything in sight
But it wasn't in the cards as things changed in a split second. Suddenly , I feared the worse as our bus was flagged down by two men
They were white men that climbed aboard with guns in hand wearing nothing to disguise what they...
I decided to dismiss the thought because we had finally reached Cape Town. I couldn't wait to see all of it and film everything in sight
But it wasn't in the cards as things changed in a split second. Suddenly , I feared the worse as our bus was flagged down by two men
They were white men that climbed aboard with guns in hand wearing nothing to disguise what they...
#Africa
#anxiety
#fear #suffering
#fear #suffering
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Lewa Memories
The savannah sun again rises
revealing all of his surprises
behind Mount Kenya’s shadows
where awe and wonder grows
Watching the gray elephant herd
I listen for every silent word
whispered through acacia trees
by the cool morning breeze
For here within a single breath
you can witness life and death
the profound lessons of each
this wisdom now within reach
As I spy king lion then yawn
his profile bold against the dawn
see how the sunshine now glows
paints him auric as he goes
While I begin...
revealing all of his surprises
behind Mount Kenya’s shadows
where awe and wonder grows
Watching the gray elephant herd
I listen for every silent word
whispered through acacia trees
by the cool morning breeze
For here within a single breath
you can witness life and death
the profound lessons of each
this wisdom now within reach
As I spy king lion then yawn
his profile bold against the dawn
see how the sunshine now glows
paints him auric as he goes
While I begin...
#Africa
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Black Earth and Ivory
"Dark skies fall on
black earth and ivory" ~ Enya
This lone continent is so vast
allowing me to again lose
anything I so choose
misplace my future in my past
Taking me right out of time
blend day together with night
a perfect ink for a perfect write
to test the limits of rhyme
While I follow another fresh trail
deep tracks in shallow sand
allow me to now understand
how...
black earth and ivory" ~ Enya
This lone continent is so vast
allowing me to again lose
anything I so choose
misplace my future in my past
Taking me right out of time
blend day together with night
a perfect ink for a perfect write
to test the limits of rhyme
While I follow another fresh trail
deep tracks in shallow sand
allow me to now understand
how...
#Africa
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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All I Left Behind
Having traveled through the night
finally ending this latest roam
on my final leg home…
yet still itching for one more write
For this is the life I chose
trekking around the world
never one for staying with the herd
preferring my poetry to their prose
Crossing wide rugged plains
in search of what I cannot see
the key to unlock the mystery of me
christened anew by savannah rains
Since that big city life
always takes its toll
most corrosive to my soul ...
finally ending this latest roam
on my final leg home…
yet still itching for one more write
For this is the life I chose
trekking around the world
never one for staying with the herd
preferring my poetry to their prose
Crossing wide rugged plains
in search of what I cannot see
the key to unlock the mystery of me
christened anew by savannah rains
Since that big city life
always takes its toll
most corrosive to my soul ...
#Africa
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#SelfReflection
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Polaroid Poet
I live life one snapshot at a time
one poetic line at a rhyme
break from the lumbering herd
always in search of the right word
Waiting to then finally develop
these feelings that do envelope
me with all of their truth
still ever true since my youth
As I collect scars and smiles
all across these many miles
keep them so I may look
again at my poetry scrapbook
While I lay my days on the floor
knowing there is hidden much more
in striving for needing less
than mere prose can confess
...
one poetic line at a rhyme
break from the lumbering herd
always in search of the right word
Waiting to then finally develop
these feelings that do envelope
me with all of their truth
still ever true since my youth
As I collect scars and smiles
all across these many miles
keep them so I may look
again at my poetry scrapbook
While I lay my days on the floor
knowing there is hidden much more
in striving for needing less
than mere prose can confess
...
#Africa
#confessional
#travel
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DU Poetry : Poems About Africa Seeking Honest Critique