In the Talons of Neocolonialism

We are bleeding 

Our mothers are bleeding

And so are our fathers

And with every struggle the talons 

Enter deeper into our flesh

There is really nothing we can do

The youth are wayward and we

Can’t blame them

The leaders are bickering over 

A bowl of banku and soup

The people cry famine

Nkrumah, Lumumba, Sankara and 

Others warned us but we heeded not

They said he became a dictator

But at least we know he is not stupid

Now Africa is just a shipwreck 

– An extension of Europe

We cannot rise unless we begin

To learn and act together

We cannot rise unless we unite

Our people are being exploited

They will continue to suffer

They will continue to die

Unless we unite

We are bleeding

Africa is bleeding in the talons

of the bald eagle.

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Africa, my Africa

We want to go and
See what’s happening
In the underworld.
Perhaps the gods and
Ancestors know why.
We ran and ran and
When our feet refused to
Go, we saw that we were
Back in whitey’s chains –
In the oppressor’s talons.
Africa cries for a liberator.
How can her children go
Hungry when she has
Fertile land? How can she
Be poor when she has gold?
Nkrumah said revolutionary
Path will bring freedom but
Who will fight for us?
No one wanted to fight.
Whitey’s dollar is working.
Lumumba is gone.
Sankara is gone.
Madiba is gone.
Nyerere is gone.
Kenyatta is also gone.
And so is great Nkrumah.
Heroes die soon and
The clowns live long.
But Africa, my Africa is not
What is shown the world.
My Africa will rise…again.