How I remember them
All sat around tables
Notion of dreams had
Sankofa this is our land to be built on
Heritage, this is our destiny
Dreams, of a united continent
Colourful riches
Of this here land seen in
Reflections of what we wear
This is our fabric, exciting
This is our clay our land
And ants build sky scrapers with it
Birds leaves architecture on trees
And acacia trees stands with majesty
Watch the cream of the sun
Shower the land with beauty
On sun set stands, such bless
Paradise here on earth
And others will
And they do envy
For just a fraction
Of what we have, we own
But on our leaders
Heads went missing, heedless
On the want of greed
Of selfish, self indulgence
And notion in motion
Some times, too often
Goes without directions
So I sit and cry around headless tables
