Mother Africa

mother africa,
why do you banish me from your face?
is it because i eat with a fork,
forgotten how to dig in with my nails?
is it for a white mans' garment ,
that i blow my nose with?
or is it for the bowl i help myself on?
mad for i don't go to the bush no more?
you seized to smile at me,
since the docking of a wooden vessel,
at your grand port,
welcomed that alien that brought me this,
that who taught me nobility,
and decency in a three piece,
now you turn grey,
at your own doing,
and punish me with your sun scorn,
mother africa,
mother africa,
who erased your beauty but you?
you stood bold against asia,
but now you take her blows,
her swam crushing over you,
midget smiles of a torn shoe,
so you cow away,
shifting the blister on me,

the innocent me,
mother africa?