I Dream of Africa

I Dream of Africa

I dream of Africa
and my soul dies a little.

I see the children cry
and shuffle for pennies,
while the Chinese laugh
and the fat cats grow.

I dream of Africa,
I see my home.

I hear that Highveld thunder,
and I see them plunder it.

I dream of Africa,
but I know
Africa is no dream
It is a camouflaged heaven.

© Maja Dezulovic 2019

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