LEADERS OF MY CHILDREN

With clutched out palms
They received alms
Not afraid of many harms
Like a gift from a mom

Some afraid to believe
Some afraid of disease
Others scared to grieve
Others knew their beef
Reality strap to their sleeve
Awake to kill sleep

Children of abundance
Harbour ignorance
And murder semblance
Blame evil for cognisance
Sons of my mother
How did this ever happen?
Craving for alms over knowledge
Craving for help over discoveries?!
How did this ever happen

How did this happen?
They ask their mothers
Who blamed their fathers
Who had no brothers
Our mothers were never bothered

Why do we import brass?
Why do we borrow bass
Why do we chain our children in gas
Future debts in chasse
While our fathers are bent over tasse
Black mould of haste
While our hearts have left our breast!

Who started this?
Who deceived bliss?
When our children hiss
Our elders smile with ease
Who started this?
'They' say what do you miss!
Clutched hands should spread
We should be bakers of our 'bread'!
In our very hamlets
Men exist who could bake bread!

Why foist on our unbelieve!?
Why strip our greave?
My leaders! My grief!!
There is nothing Africa cannot achieve!
Borrowing is grieve
Remember our creed!
Sons of Africa! Believe!!!