Why Does Human Dignity Elude the Cradle of Humanity?
Why is a continent Whose strategic assets Propel global power and wealth Unable to feed its own people? What can grow in Ukraine but can’t in Africa? Why has freedom Utterly forsaken The Abode of first humans? It has gone where? Where has it found asylum and permanent home? The teeming young Africans Perishing in the inhospitable Sahara In droves Or being entombed alive In the dark depths of the Mediterranean And Red Sea Are going where? The African youth Are chasing what In their desperate and perilous journey up north? Why does Human dignity elude The cradle of humanity? Surely, something is amiss Something is missing or utterly broken. Surely, something ought to be in the works Murmuring and rumbling In the deep and expansive bosom Of the sleeping giant. Africa’s threshold for pain and humiliation Self-inflicted or otherwise Is unmatched. Its resilience legendary. But it has been long and hard. Something ought to be in the works To broker the breaking of a new dawn A dawn that wi