Horn of Africa

Horn of Africa

Without a writing on the wall,
It crept in amidst us all
stealing our unripe lives
Mortality more than that by knives.

It's a war!
A chapter that humanity abhor

Physicians turned soldiers
with so much to shoulder
Medicines turned weapon
as the affliction had us weeping.
Our lives are the affliction's debt
The monster dragged us to the den of death.

Where is our haven?
Would it come from heaven?
In the face of its uncounted murder,
Her childern refuses to surrender

Cities went naked
Salvations weren't belated.

Mother Africa shall humble the foe
It shall go low
Again, our land shall be a paradise
The world is in surprise.

Ages to ages, the triumph shall resonate
Too early to jubilate?
In the streets are ululations of victory
Africa has recorded history.