Echoes of Decay
In the heart of Africa's vast expanse,
Where the sun's golden rays once danced,
Lies a tale of politics gone astray,
A decaying nature in disarray.
Oh, African politics, once filled with hope,
Now tangled in a web of deceit and scope,
Corruption's grip tightens its vice,
As power-hungry leaders roll the dice.
Beneath the shades of baobab trees,
Whispers carry on the restless breeze,
Promises made, but never fulfilled,
As the dreams of the people are slowly killed.
The soil, once fertile, now tainted with greed,
As politicians sow their selfish seed,
They watch as division takes its toll,
While unity crumbles, taking a heavy toll.
Empty words flow from silver tongues,
While poverty's grip around the land clings strong,
Resources plundered, wealth amassed,
Leaving the masses in shadows cast.
Oh, Africa, your beauty still remains,
But the decaying politics inflict deep pains,
Leadership tainted, trust eroded,
Leaving the hopes of the people corroded.
Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,
The spirit of change, ready to ignite,
A new generation, rising with pride,
To mend the fractures, side by side.
Let us reclaim our political sphere,
With integrity, justice, and compassion clear,
For Africa's destiny lies within our hands,
To heal the wounds and rebuild the lands.
May the decaying nature of politics fade,
As a new era dawns, unafraid,
Africa, arise, let your voice resound,
In a symphony of progress, profound.
Where the sun's golden rays once danced,
Lies a tale of politics gone astray,
A decaying nature in disarray.
Oh, African politics, once filled with hope,
Now tangled in a web of deceit and scope,
Corruption's grip tightens its vice,
As power-hungry leaders roll the dice.
Beneath the shades of baobab trees,
Whispers carry on the restless breeze,
Promises made, but never fulfilled,
As the dreams of the people are slowly killed.
The soil, once fertile, now tainted with greed,
As politicians sow their selfish seed,
They watch as division takes its toll,
While unity crumbles, taking a heavy toll.
Empty words flow from silver tongues,
While poverty's grip around the land clings strong,
Resources plundered, wealth amassed,
Leaving the masses in shadows cast.
Oh, Africa, your beauty still remains,
But the decaying politics inflict deep pains,
Leadership tainted, trust eroded,
Leaving the hopes of the people corroded.
Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,
The spirit of change, ready to ignite,
A new generation, rising with pride,
To mend the fractures, side by side.
Let us reclaim our political sphere,
With integrity, justice, and compassion clear,
For Africa's destiny lies within our hands,
To heal the wounds and rebuild the lands.
May the decaying nature of politics fade,
As a new era dawns, unafraid,
Africa, arise, let your voice resound,
In a symphony of progress, profound.
