An African Lament

Altered Africa

 

Woe when a crown becomes a wreath

On the graves of the extinct

What roamed above is now beneath

A continent indistinct

 

The majestic lion that roared so proud

Vanished one night, without a sound

The strong and mighty elephant herd

Was scattered one day by an angry word

 

Their blood is in your sunset

That stains your mountains with regret

Lamenting in tears of acid rain

The fate of those that died in vain

 

Rise up-O rulers of this crumbling land

Your jungles have turned to stone and sand

With an ancient, ancestral potion

Perhaps you can reverse the motion &

Evoke by some forgotten magic,

What was so powerful, and is now just tragic

Copyright 1998        Donna Clarke

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