I Cry Around Tables

And there they were, the  forefathers 
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