- By Kaaya Shilia
- AICC-ARUSHA
-
kaayashilia@hotmail.com
|
I see Lumumba; I cry
I see Lumumba
My tears trickle down
I see Mwalimu
My heart burns with pain
As Nkrumah floats
In the blue cloudy skies
Africa now ripe for the filthy!
What a pain with, what a pain
Stive Biko bruises still fresh, gushy
I see Lumumba; my soul torn assuander
Not for Africa; too volatile a son
Not for Africa; Her destiny hijacked
With crocodile tears in gushes
Ridiculing Africa of her heroes
Ian Smith the darling of the west
I see Lumumba, I sob, I cry
Shamefully grabbed by them
Disgrace on their faces,
Not a trace of shame, sinners!
Leading him to the darkness
With Mobutu in the shadows
As Idd Amin sends shivery
The strategy running sour
See! The savages of Africa!
Then came Mandela
The gift of humankind
With heart that big and soft
A condemned terrorist!
Cry mother Africa
Your womb cursed from birth
I see Lumumba, I sob, I cry |
