Sakwa Franc

Africa, Scratch Your Belly

How long will you lie down with discomforts?

All pollutions are forced down your throat

Your only hope of survival is in dustbin

You sleep on your treasures without consent

 

Scratch Your belly to find your resources

Develop wings of an eagle and fly

Don\'t settle on hills but on mountains

Let your belly be allergic to corruption

 

Your children survives on crumbs

Your sons are shot on foreign streets

You nurse the wounds of skin colour

A spark of change strikes in your belly oh Africa

 

You have build castles in foreign lands

All energy has been sapped and drained

A hunger in your belly is evident 

You have drunk enough poison , your belly murmurs

 

Your own children deserts you to foreign lands

Some are looking for green pastures only to starve and die

Your sons are buying coffins in new worlds, their minds are poisoned.

You open your mouth and force them down in your belly

 

Call your people and play their tunes

Listen to their melodies and dance to their rithym

Civilizations are under your belly

All your hidden potential codes can be scratched