THE TOMORROW MEA Poem by MercsaThis poem is about a call for change in the African continent. Africa in this poem is personified as a mother who is in grief and asking of how her future will be if her children doesn’t listen to her
Abundant in wealth but yet I lack.
Abundant in knowledge but yet I hide My wealth are been amassed to strange lands My youths are engaged in corrupt practices My future leader, today, are present day corrupters My politicians are selfish and incompetent My children fights each other without any reason How can I live if these things keep going on? How will my tomorrow be? Oh!my children, won’t you ever learn? Independent you claim to be and yet you are still a slave. Your minds and hearts abroad but your skull at home. Think not my children, how will my tomorrow be? As a mother, I cry and call for a change, but my voice my children hear not. I’m in deep pain, my heart is in sorrow! But there’s none to comfort me Arise my children! Arise and learn! Children of Africa arise and act! But if my children hear not my voice, What will be the tomorrow me? © 2019 MercsaReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 13, 2019 Last Updated on March 13, 2019 AuthorMercsaAccra, Ashanti, GhanaAboutA third year student in the university. I love to read and write a lot. I also love to inspire and empower others. more..Writing
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