My African dream

Raphael Foster, Woodlands

Africa cries

When as a boy my dream was taken away

of Africa’s land filled with mystery and dark forest

where the lands fed its people one and all.

Now as a man Africa has transformed into bloodshed,

filled with greed and fear.

Its enemy its own people robbing the weak and poor.

Africa your tears must dry,

be weary of its oppressors who belief the ignorance of the masses

gives them the right to murder and rob the weak.

Africa stand up,

Africa dry your tears.

Choose not to live in poverty, deny your wealth to be robbed.

Africa let the hunger, fear and bloodshed of yesterday not be in vain,

stand up, fight for tomorrow.

To live as you should, proud, free, strong as an African should.