African Spirit I Admire

My African brother toils hard in the sun the heat of it burning through shirt, He's worked long hours and there'll be no showers as he feels the ache and hurt, Things aren't the same there in his country as opportunities we have here, They work hard for little regard and even their pay seems to quickly disappear.

My African sister toils hard in the sun the rays making baby restless on her back, Carries right on despite the hot sun not lettingopportunity slip through a crack, Things in her country mean roles aren't what we are used to in our society, She must do much more whilst others ignore expecting her loyalty and duty.

Africa can be a hard Mother but it's not always her fault for what Men will do, The power in bad hands and all they command are abused or used to control you, But each African country has pride and a love for their homeland and its beauty, Faults can be fixed and though many are tricked always a better future they see.