Poem -

Africa Feed Thy Hero

Little kids, yet big man belly
Medical people call it kwashiorkor,
Their mothers love them, their leaders
care less about them.

Their heads like a ball of water melon sits
comfortably on their neck which is
just like a pupil's arithmetic ruler; did
they sin against the gods? No I don't
think so since the gods can’t talk.
Yes I know ,yes I know the rich don't
Reach out in this part of the globe
The uptown people look down on the
Down town trodden in the down town,
But I feel for the rich, because these
Unkept unsung little heroes are the
Tomorrow's pride of the black continent
If black is truly beautiful? Black leaders
must feed our black toddlers today
so they could mount wings with white
brothers on the mountain top; else there
will be fire on the mountain if they fail to
fire their dreams.

Black rulers think about them, if only you
Can let them live, let them live, just let them
Live, let them live. 

Little kids, yet big man belly
Medical people call it kwashiorkor,
Their mothers love them, their leaders
care less about them.

Their heads like a ball of water melon sits
comfortably on their neck which is
just like a pupil's arithmetic ruler; did
they sin against the gods? No I don't
think so since the gods can’t talk.
Yes I know ,yes I know the rich don't
Reach out in this part of the globe
The uptown people look down on the
Down town trodden in the down town,
But I feel for the rich, because these
Unkept unsung little heroes are the
Tomorrow's pride of the black continent
If black is truly beautiful? Black leaders
must feed our black toddlers today
so they could mount wings with white
brothers on the mountain top; else there
will be fire on the mountain if they fail to
fire their dreams.

Black rulers think about them, if only you
Can let them live, let them live, just let them
Live, let them live. 

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