yesterday in africa

Yesterday morning i found myself in a land with no mourning instead it was notorious for its story telling which kept the generations going beautiful and fruitful stories were told by the fire side with the large and close village side by side these stories were told nation wide and passed on from generation to generation. Yesterday, i was in a beautiful land, which i never dreamed would come to an end. Today i see a gruesome, torn land. Torn into tatters by the deceitful white hand. Yesterday in the sunny,summer afternoon i never anticipated their arrival would be so soon i thought they would wait for the moon or maybe just after the sunsat But i guess that was the time they had set they were ready Ready to steal our riches which has left us in bits of pieces and lacking any lind of peace which made us not to be at ease the heartless white man didn't cease Yesterday midnight i was in this amazing site which brought tears of joy to my eyes the awe of African skies with scattered, shinning stars which never left me with any scars but with a joyful smile but only for that little while. Yesterday dawn I was watching the wonder of the sunrise today i'm watching the tears flowing down my eyes As i witness the unbearable pain felt by my son in this land, turned into a war zone and the nce appreciatble sun become a danger because of the hole in the ozone.