Short End

If a man gives you bread
and waits just in case you drop some
if a carrot is dangled
just so you could forget your deserving meal
then what appears isn't what is
because then its not genuine
shortchanged is the name
that attracts men to ways seemingly good
but then tis all destruction at the end

i don't wanna sing my last song
because then
the singer appears a captive
of the forces that don't want him singing
a parrots early morning song isn't stopped by anothers'
yet there is space enough for both
and an audience twice as willing to listen

why then do you give the short end
the one that slips from the hand
as easily as it comes
what do you gain
when you rally your money might
and drive out the poor from their homes
so you may find ground enough
for the evil mans delight
this short end will take you closer
to the worms that devour with haste
so i don't wanna stop this
till you tell me in my ear
that you've left this game for a better one.

What can be done?

In a continent that bleeds with rage
where the only drapery
that conceals our nakedness
is but tatters that expose our torn out souls
In a continent that doesn't prepare for war,
until war erupts
And we butcher each other
with what weapon that's close
when we have cried for so long
and our bodies 're drenched in sweat
that shows the toil and the burdens we carry
and we still don't learn
what can be done

Whats the curse of Africa
Or better still-
Is there anything like that?
Is there a blueprint
that lays bare our Canaan,s plan
what can be done
when the sickly babes get no better
and their mother's got no money
And the states coffers are empty,
Emptied by those who've got the keys to the vaults
Is there hope?
OK-there is,only in heaven,only upward
If we don't keep up our spirits this way
we will just die
and be forgotten like our brothers and sisters before
they sucked so much steam it killed them.

generations of war children
poverty stricken grown ups
who know nothing else
except HELP!
a people whose ambitions are muted
and their plans exist only in their feeble minds
Not that they've got a weak spirit to match!
No.
what has killed them silently is dependence
crazy culture has killed their dreams
unknown phantoms have made visitation
and destroyed what good remained after the worms of fear ate the rest.

what can be done?
to uplift Africa
to give its people a voice
to remove the snare that surrounds their mental framework
Is it not to detest what others think of Africa
and do,and be,and stay like Africans.
is it not to break the cycle of dependence
and till our lands again like our forefathers used to do.
is it not to love one another?
and hate only the seeds of discord
tell me please-what can be done?