When Africa was a young woman

when Africa was a young woman
I love her succulent breast
She was do sweet
I planted yam on her feet
Watched the pigeons fly over her head
And nest on the furrow of her arms.
Then Africa was a virgin
Nude,plump,and wild asthe fruit of tje baobab.
Innocent of the intercourse with western civilization;
When Africa was a virgin many suitors come to visit her she refused their marriage request they called her dark continent
When Africa was a rich young woman
She wore golden beads on her neck;
Ivory bangles on her hands
And a diamond smile on her face dark lip.
But strangers came reped the celibate Africa prostituted her body;
Left her children speaking tongues,the tongues of foreign land
Now Africa is so wrinkled and weak.
Her own children follow that Dragon called revolution, Devastating het flesh;
Leaving her barren like a broke calabash