Unveiling Africa
She’s clothed in rags
In a wrinkled wretched linen
So helpless and hapless
The bystanders watched
With little or no concern
Some laughed or scorned
Some gazed indifferently
Others even took advantage
Of Her pure despondency
Poor fragile soul, poor Her
Who‘d save Her soul?
 
‘Twas a horrible sight
No drop of hope in sight
She’s utterly forgotten
By all and Her relatives
Who indulge in indulgence
In a …