A call from Home

You can call me a dreamer, but am not the only one
and I know that someday you too may join us
in heeding to a call coming from a special place
...that we once loved, hated, loved.....a place called Home.

People have taken to the streets and to the squares
with bare hands against machine guns and spray bullets
shouting for their freedom and that of their fatherland
rebuking, negating and forsaking tyrants and dictators.

Oh Africa, why so much blood on your streets
why so much brutality and hatred on your people
you chose the trigger than to listen to their voices
for them you preferred mass graves than compassion.

The Pyramids are sad and want to reveal their secrets
the River Nile and Niger are threatening to dry up
the Kilimanjaro wants to explode of anxiety
the Elephants and Giraffes are fleeing our continent.

But the modern heroes did not die in vain
they gave their lives for food and drinking water
for medicine, good roads, electricity and jobs
for justice and liberty for all the people.

And there is a certain call coming from Home
like a wind blowing across the Sahara
reaching every African wherever located
asking what you too can do for the new Africa.

Blessing Sunday Osuchukwu