Inferno plagues the East like curse,
The West sarcastically sings of peace.
Religion asks: what is the cause?
We’re waiting for answer but none to lease.
Africa is the richest in natural resources,
The richest she has always been
Even in poverty and recourses.
Let demons protest, change refuses her being.
I will tell you a story then,
Of a place carved out of a place.
Weapons and economy, they own the den.
God spare the souls they’ve set ablaze.
Till when shall we wait
For peace the common folks request?
Will Jesus ever come or shall we use bait?
We’re waiting for answer; damn the quest!