[tabby title="Poem"] When I rule Africa,there will be no idle hands.Sacrifice will be a covenant,discipline its currency. We will mine with our own hands,turn ore to industry at our shores.Lithium, gold, copperthey will feed our factories, not foreign vaults. Agriculture...

[tabby title="Poem"] When America wants to cleanse its sins,it turns to Africa the continent it calls disposable. Criminal migrants for sale,and you — the so-called leaders —accept the trade like beggars at a banquet. Why not Europe?Why not Asia?Why only...

[tabby title="Poem"] Mandela, forgive usWhen Robben Island set you free after twenty-seven winters,You stepped into sunlight and showed us the way.You taught us peace when the world expected vengeance,You offered us hope when our hearts were torn. Your vision was...

[tabby title="Poem"] Even a stray dog chooses dignity over slavery,but you, so-called African leaders, have chosen puppetry.The Western world laughs at your blindness,a blindness born of greed and cowardice. If they call you in Russia, you go.If they call you...

[tabby title="Poem"] In Gaza, the sky does not fallIt rains fire. Children sleep beneath concrete tombs,Mothers wail into hollow winds,And the olive treesBleed. A boy holds his sister’s severed handLike a prayer,Like a memory,Like a question God won’t answer anymore....