The tears of children running down cheeks, The flow of blood running against the hands of the corrupt, Ill-mannered Politicians with hearts of ice, Ill-treated kids with hearts of pain, Mothers cry out sounds of anguish, Fathers struggling through another day of labour, just to earn 3-square meals A day, Police given up, to up hold the peace, and protect the people, Darkness shadowing the land, the land dry and harsh Food snatching the eyes of kids, kids snatching the food, Sinister people snatching the kids, Lost kids, lost hope lost lives, lost souls. Africa’s harmonious voice once echoed through land and sea, Now her voice broken and weak. Her beauty, and soulful Whispers has now been viciously destroyed by her heartless people, Her back stabbing warriors fight the wrong fight, Her gifted people dreaming the wrongs dreams, Now Africa bleeds inside, in our hearts, but most of us unaware of the scars Left upon the land. Roots being up ripped out, and then being tossed aside, Into nowhere, just a world of emptiness. Africa’s rivers struggle to flow with essence and purity, But they now flow with corruption, the blood of people good and bad, But physically they just flow, either with brown unclean water or Just in a small line, the water struggling to burst through. For each foot print in the sandy shore of our motherland, a scar Is left, Slowly like humans the scars will heal over leaving faint marks- a reminder of what we went through, and of what we go through. Africa- my home, Africa my roots and heritage, Africa my broken spirit.