Poem: Africa Raising

Showing the naturalness of africa

There was a land,filled with nature.

There was a land, where sky scrapers grow

There was a land, where green covered its lands

There was a land, where there was feelings from the art, and cultures portray the people

There was a land, where like no other, people thrived and survived with naturalness.

There was a land where man was at peace with the environment.

There was a land, where its like no other and all they knew was the real life.

There was a land looked down upon, feeding many lands.

There was a land where they spoke the language of the gods.

There was a land, like no other, that portrayed happiness, true peace, showed when we were humans, gave us a try at humanity, gave forth its resources, now such land is gone, never to be seen again

Every day as woke up, I can't help but wonder if our rising is our falling.
Our sadness, our undoing.
Our presitage, declining.
Humanity, failing, and
Modernity rising.

The black continent is rising.
Our green fields are running.
The liquid black gold is selling.
The leaders are stealing.
The rich rejoicing, while
The masses are crying.
Yet, they say Africa is rising.

a land be rising when its people are dying?
Can a land be rising when naturalness is mossing?
Can a land be rising when the populace are starving?
Can land be rising when its futere is tiding towards doom?

I look around and I see mother Africa rising, rising in shame of stagnation, rising in fear and confusion, rising in pains and exhaustion, rising in hope for a better tomorrow, stretching faded hands for help.

Pictorial frustration of Africa