“Art unleash Vivian Timothy painted the woes of Africa “, a land made with honey .
Africa, especially Nigeria, Somalia/Eritrea, Libya
Egypt, Tunisia and others,
Had all from Mother nature,
But lost all in the Hands of their Lords,
So rich and at the same time so poor !
What a shame !.
Which mother sells and Exchange her wards for guns
And ammunitions ?.
Which mother gives her children to devourer
So cheap ?.
Selfishly did you mother Africa
let your Blessings slip,
You gave away to them , and now vultures abounds ,
Eating and taking as much as,
Mama Africa you left the golden land to be devoured as you
You wanted it , and you sold all including your soul,
Now your children are leaving because you failed
As a mother.
A mother should protect, shelter , give love and Food
To her children, as for you ,
You sold not only your land and wealth ,
You made your soil inhabitable and dry,
Poverty,hunger, diseases and war loom a once blessed land.
See your wards are like Walking dead,
Cursed and robbed by poverty, and diseases.
Youths have no future, no perspectives and no hopes,
You have turned them terrorists and Kidnappers.
Your oil , Diamond , coffee and your pride are all gone .
You watch the world struggle for your pride and buy you over
At the cost of your wards,
Which mother does such a thing ?
You are buyable , that is why you are continuously selling,
To anyone that cares to buy or even Exchange in cash and Kind.
you are corrupt and insatiable, and selfish.
Weep not Mother Africa,
Change your ways and appease your sins .
Weep not Mother Africa ,
Is your fault , now you watch your children
Walk miles to take a boat of life and death .
What mother can do this to her children,
Oh you wicked mother !
You are too corrupt, to gullible and too selfish,
Shame on you, you sacrificed
your children, now they are leaving to a an unknown,
Where they will give themselves freely to Killers who are scrupulous like you,
O mother Africa what have you done,
That home is no longer home,
That home no longer give the protection, love, future ,
Hope that it promises !,
Your tears mean nothing, for you are not ready to Change,
Weep not for your children whom you have lost,
Weep for yourself and mourn for your selfishness,
You will be hunted by those you sent to early graves.
For souls you have wasted !
Weep not !
Change, for that is the only thing
Left for You to do .