An African Life

An African Life

Here I sit in the middle of the African bush,
I left the city behind the hassle and the push.
Here I can listen to the calling of the fowl,
Inhaling the aromas not one of them is foul.

I watch the Lions ready to begin the attack,
The way they stalk is similar to a hi-jack.
The Fish eagle it swoops eyes fixed on its prey,
As keen as the pick pocket I saw yesterday.

I see the Buffalo searching for some water,
Like the lady in the bush assisted by her daughter.
The Elephant it topples the trees its leaves to eat,
Like the man who cuts the wood his home to heat.

I notice the Hyena its food it does scavenge,
Like the poor who in the trash they do ravage.
The Vulture waits 'till the rest have had their fill,
Like the dogs in the slums eating up the swill.

We are all born equal two hands and feet,
Some eat meallie pap and some have meat.
Does the food matter or the colour we were born,
Or are some people destined to be forever forlorn.

This land called Africa savage until the last,
What does our future hold does it come from the past.
We are all animals upon this planet called Earth,
Were some of us lucky at the time of our birth.