At this bend, African countries have to face

Involved youths upset, with elders in place.  

We dig for resolutions to save our native town

From extreme corruption that tears Laws down.

We sacrifice and fight with I’d-rather-die-mind  

Against mafias whose rage is openly blind.

We long to cast off these rotten clothes

Worn for decades through poverty’s hold.

As none will listen to our longwinded cries

And the supposed pillar wears a stony disguise

Here we chorus the rights to spread and rise.

We jealous citizens, orphans must stand alone

With no power but to strengthen our brotherhood’s tone.  

Unless we unite, our land of ancestors: under darker skies.

Poem Description

This sonnet is a heartfelt appeal for balanced love and urgent unity, an invocation to honour the ancestral land and safeguard it for future generations. It confronts the entrenched corruption and mafia-like governance that perpetuate Africa’s deep poverty. The poem calls for empowered law and ethical leadership, achievable only through sincere cooperation and collective resolve. The repeated use of “we” (five times) and the word “chorus” evoke a shared responsibility, a communal voice rising in harmony. The imagery of citizens “upset,” dressed in “rotten clothes for decades,” likened to orphans, underscores the indignity and abandonment felt by many. This lament should stir African citizens to unite as true brothers, reclaiming dignity through solidarity. The final shock line, delivers a haunting vision: Africa beneath even “darker skies”, bereft of common sense, accountability, and decisive action. It’s a stark warning of what lies ahead if unity remains elusive.

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