{The Book Of Africa} Poem 7 |•| Mama Africa.

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Mama Africa 
Somalia, Nigeria, Ghana, Saudi Arabia 
Mama Africa 
Senegal, Zimbabwe, Tunisia, South Africa
The land of enormous mineral wealth 
I salute thee; I adore thee even in poor health 
So many countries I have not yet spelt 
Have people ready and steady to flee before they melt
Mama Africa 
You walk with a suicidal long rope 
As your people lose all hope 
Rather than cooking up a brand of prosperity 
You the land of recognized poverty 
Have mistakenly invented a brand of austerity 
The masses are slowly dying 
While only a few are highflying
Mama Africa 
We talk about your diamond rushes 
We speak of numbers of human losses 
We hide our fusses in internal silent boxes 
While people struggle and fight in oil brushes 
And external parties hide their delightful blushes
Mama Africa 
How can a land of abundant resources and rich culture 
That the world with marvel continuously captures 
Allow wealth to be taken from you before it matures?
Why not divert these takers to signs labeled departure?
Mama Africa 
Listen to your children’s voices 
Listen to the peoples noises 
They are crying to be heard 
They are crying to be fed 
They are crying for proper education 
They are crying as a single nation 
They are crying for an end to corruption 
They are crying for an end to self destruction 
They are crying for your delinquent protection
Mama Africa 
How many crying tears will it take by calculation? 
How many dying years will it take to deliver salvation?
Mama Africa 
Along with your weakness I salute thee! 
Along with your greatness I adore thee! 
Along with your madness I still love thee!
©taliavera
-Sussane.

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Hello👋 to the best people in the world.
Three more poems to go. I hate to break the news to you but this book is ending soon. It saddens my heart too😢
Let's all cry together babes😭

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