Hope For Mama Africa

They want three billion people dead They say the third planet is overflowing They want to reduce the weight Starting with the dark continent. They say we are worthless yet sell to them gold They say we are lazy yet capture us as slaves They say we are thieves yet steal our ideas They say we are heatless yet Gorge Floyd happened. All this makes Mama Africa blue She weeps bitterly Wishing there is something she can do To save her children from this cruel desert. A cloud of rain drizzle on her As her son had a dream A dream of his kin ruling the world. My brother Luther King. As her sister , Lupiter, said Dress are valid. An African he was A Kenyan he was Barak Obama did Mama proud. Her sister emerged from the crowd Kamala Harris Plastered a smile on Mama's dejected face. We were sad when we had your sobs Mama So keep that smile on For there is more gold in the mine yet to be found.