THE AFRICAN LEADEER

The land that can boast of premier civility
The land where the mix of cultures creates beauty
A place full of natures giving pleasure
A place perfect of Solomonic leadership
The place where leaders are placed next to God
They emerge like Achilles ready to fight for their country
And latter turn into wild beast ready to devour their country
They are decorated with degrees and honors
Some are garnished with colors of military appreciation
And out silence and trust of the people they strike
They tar our roads with the hope of the people’s blood
And take away the dignity of the African woman
Selling the riches of their country to their superior imperialists
Giving hopelessness to the hope
And offering trauma to the strong
They latter end up with ethnic extinction
They call themselves princes of peace
But I call them massacres of peace
Some wish death for them
But I wish a life of regret for them,
They turn our civility into slavery
Turning our investors into critics
After coming in peace
They live us in pieces…