Africa 

Visions blurred by the blunders of your once bold men,

Who lead past the grey hairs of wisdom.

Years of senility and impotence breed strife,

I see your multitudes losing life,

And yet no one stops to think twice,

To restore sanity respecting the sanctity of life.

Looters, militaries, militias so militant and insistent,

So they rape and ravish the dignity of your women and children

Desperation, defiance and impunity in the corridors of power,

Make your hopeful smiles turn into cries.

Paradoxies of regeneration and degeneration accross regions,

Keep your multitudes guessing in the cages of diasporas 

[Stanza from a poem by Last Moyo.]