In our father's land;
Bokos are killing,
Recession is piercing and sucking
Hunger's belly, protruding
And our own belly flattening.
.
We ran to our mother's land;
Xenophobic in South Africa,
Throat slitting in Libya,
Tongue lashing in Togo,
Oh, my goodness!
What have we done wrong?
.
We fly across the sea
Where we are seen
As monkeys with tail,
They hunt us in game
And throw us back home
Without picking a pin.
.
What have we done wrong?
©2017
*Comrade Okereke*