When I see Africa I weep

Africa the mother that birthed me,
Africa the mother whose bosoom I quenched my thirst,
Africa the mother who produced me,
Africa why are you sad? Mama when I see you I weep.

A lady of the sun, lady so dark because your riches have been undone.
A lady of the Nile, I say this because that is were your beauty mostly shines.
A woman so strong who gave birth to all,
A woman so bold who forgave even when done wrong.
A mother who had to experience decades of the slaughter of her kids,
A mother who saw hope in the tirrany that was caused in the midst.

Mama you are rich with kids,
Raised them well and rich with culture.
Raised them fair and rich with life,
Gave them all, spiritual and and physical food.

Now your children have turned their backs on you,
Your children believe in their hearts that their better than you.
They bleach up the coat of dark skin that you gave them to protect from the sun,
They burn up the coarse hair that you gave to protect them from the hush raise.
They laugh at the toungue you gave them to communicate,
They keep begging to others for things that ultimately will bring their demise.

When you tell them that you founded beauty they tell you about Mshoza,
when you tell them you founded wealth they tell you about the West,
When you tell them you founded culture they tell you about swag,
When you tell them you are the founder of everything sacred they tell you about the bible.

Africa I weep for you because the children you bred and stood by have turned against you,
Africa I weep for you because the children you bred and stood by want nothing to do with you,
Africa I weep for you because the freedom you gave us was taken and never given back,
Mama I weep for you because the fight seems to never end.