Africa
- LECTURES 6
- Votes 1
- Chapitres 1
En cours d'écriture<5 mins
Dernière publication lun., avr. 24, 2017
At times we feel the need for
Freedom of expression, the
Right to say whatever , whenever
I and you, we, feel undermined by
Creatures of our own kind. The same, we
Acquit as better people, today & forever.
If only ,
Only if, Africans could, but they can't , they African't
This poem is about how Africa continues to suffer in the hands of people we elect as our leaders. The corruption, the greed and the illiteracy of turning political matters into economic ones...
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poverty
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