What's an African child to do?When his African dreams are shattered -Right before his hopeful eyes!Eyes red as roses, As blood engorges his devilish eyes.Tears racing down his face, Like rain drops during a thunder storm.Tears grow larger and larger, As they collide & become one with their siblings.Losing all hope against his will.What's an African child to do?As his dreams fade away -At the hands of rejection, corruption & nepotism!As endless doors of opportunities vanishing, At the sight of his presence.For his skin colour leads with pride & stands out amongst the masses.Speaking louder than his voice, As his voice goes unheard.Slowly silenced with every rejection & oppressionWhat's an African child to do?When his own brothers & sisters turn against him.Driven by greed as they eat alone.Corruption coursing through their veins.Left in the dark without a window of opportunitySilenced by power and deceit.Being deprived of his birth rights -Banished to poverty land.Where his roots are deeply rooted -But where his future repudiates!
