THE AFRICAN PREDICAMENT

I slept with an eye

Dreaming the death of the future

My life thwarted at birth

And the birth of my children undreamt

The birth of my grand un-vision

Because the future was murdered

At the tender age of the sprouting grain

I existed not after birth

Because I was dead in my life

I never hunted, because there was no meat in the bush

And I never ate and died of hunger

For there was no food in my plate

My strives are always in vain

Lazy the world knows I'm not