Dancing around every corner
Dark shadows printing putrefying rainbow soup.
Glancing around every shade; immediately making one a mourner.
Stuck inside the hollow emotions;
Among the formerly gorgeous troops.
Still me thought, "What happened to our Mother?"
We have been praying,
while slicing our unripe crops.
Our Father in Heaven knows further,
When the frying turns out to be burning
We have not been busy with developing
We have not been busy with awakening.
Wake up O our blood, we are dropping!
Tavakutandadza rakacheka nyika
Ropa rwekedu harichafambi takatyoka.
Siyahlupheka bantu. Siyahlupheka. Igazi lethu alisagelezi....
Tunateseka, watu.
Tunateseka.
Damu yetu haitiririki tena.
We are suffering, people.
We are suffering.
Our blood is no longer flowing!
We know nothing but pretend
To know things.
Who is paying attention?
O, Africa's children,
Your Mother is waiting for rejuvenation.
Why are you so lazy when it comes
To restoring Her lost principles?
Adding hot chili sauce to a fresh wound
Is what you are doing!
Everyday you see money instead
Of people who are crying endlessly.
You child of Africa
Are you even proud
To be African?
You are rubbing off your Mother's jewels!
Criminalizing innocent people
Turning them into scapegoats for your gain.
Are you forgetting the axe that slayed
Your clean peace again?
What are you even implying
When you just think of war weapons
Do they bring bliss?
No. They bring blood!
Blood of the blameless majority;
They that are educated but scared.
Scared of challenging you
Because they will be applying for a Missing Certificate.
Restore your peace
O Africans!
Wake up.
Let there be light in Africa.
We are crying for mercy from Jehovah.
How can you celebrate
With fresh chili flavoured wounds
All over your forsaken body?
Never blame yourself.
You were just carried away,
Now you have realized.
Wake up!
#WakeUpAfrica
#TheThinkingSeries
#Realise
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