Skies of Africa

Through the eyes of the sun of the African skies
I see its scenic beauty in the morning as I rise
I caress its soil with the warmth of my rays
Which in it holds the growing seeds of maize
At noon I lick the wound that war has torn
And say a prayer for the emaciated and forlorn
Then before I depart for a new dawn, at dusk
I see the carcass of an elephant killed for its tusks
With the ears of the stars of the African skies
I hear the voices of a thousand sorrowful cries
The stomachs of the starving growling in their sleep
And the footsteps of the predators as they hunt and creep
Then at midnight i hear a shallow final breath
As another diseased infant falls prey to an unfair death
And when I fade in the light of a new dawn
These African skies see a new day being born.