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.