My Africa

Lloyd George Banda

Invoking instabilities and turbulence
An oriented vortex of hot wind

On the vertex ridge of Kilimanjaro
Invoking instabilities and turbulence
An oriented vortex of hot wind
Heads west from the eastern bloc
And brings intimate typical dust devils

My cheeks are drained in tears
At the grasp of mad-made detachments
Non-pacifistic tempers
Deep distress on the peripheral
An innocuously nomadic Africa
With its many more frivolous states

The longtime popularized world war three
Comes as though it were a thief
With no bombings and shootings
No mobilization and conscription
No armament and alliances
No use of dreadnoughts
No bloodshed and loud cries.

Where are you, Lord
When the havoc is at the climax
These plagues and pandemics
Unlike ancient wars and attacks
Without man felling another?

Oh Lord!
We don’t know when this will be over
Or whether we will retain our jobs
We don’t know if we will hug our beloved, again
Will we survive this war?
What awaits Motherland Africa?

My Africa

Invoking instabilities and turbulence
An oriented vortex of hot wind

7 thoughts on “My Africa”

  1. Thank You Friends
    Above all, i thank the editors for the good job. The matching between the poem and the image is always fabulous for my poems.

    Author

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