by George Shadrack Kamanda
Rivers running dry,
As if the continent is deprive
Their goals so high,
But their actions full of lies.
These Moments in life,
Are far-fetched and dry.
Are there any limits to our decline?
Better yet, would these acts give us the smoking sign?
Rivers running dry, Would things ever be fine?
My people, my people, we all live in a bloodline
The struggle we endure, not all can thrive
All In the midst were others shine!
River running dry,
The struggle poor are given guidelines,
but the favor-few make the headlines.
Rivers running dry
Today, my people are in a punch-line
Where daily life is like standing on land mines,
Barely unable to think,
the life of their children's own life.
Rivers, once full are now dry,
As my people live below the poverty line,
What a life our present generations faces?
Would there be any for the generation next in line?
Would they be given guidelines?
Or would they be the change to end these fault-lines?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I was born in Sierra Leone, West Africa. Currently living in the United States, I see myself as an unconventional social change poet and a global citizen. I write to inspire, empower, and educate Africans and all interested voices around the world on potent social, political and global issues. My podium will engage in bringing about insightful ideas about humanity and our personality in all our works of life, especially writings dealing with social and political issues in societies around the world, Africa importance and some thoughtful but provocative opinions as experienced on contemporary issues affecting people in Africa.
Last updated September 19, 2016