STORM IN AFRICA

 

an enemy by blood within 

lying on a coral bed breathing 

the future picture we ought to feature has been scratched

our pride has been bashed 

storm’s in Africa 

our blackness is in dilemma 

it is revving up to consume the least tadpole 

a conspicuous mole 

the boys-quarter boys have taken over the palace 

and all we are shouting is alas!

they have plundered and usurped 

and not ready to make a resolve 

they rule in madness and tyranny 

firmly holding our jugular which is alarming 

a noose on our neck each day 

our energies drained, that is the way 

leaders in beast mode 

piling up for us burdens and load 

those who are not meant to be in power are on seat 

they stink badly, a terrible leech that breath 

Africa is at their mercy 

a whirlwind is coming soon, let’s see 

they will be swept by it’s overwhelming force 

they will fall mightily, and it will be their loss

storm’s in Africa 

our blackness is in dilemma 

the gods are asleep and heavily snoring  

we must act else they’ll do nothing 

@talk2leigh

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5:49am

12 Jan 2026