Poem dedicated to the Unknown Woman who comitted suicide in Africa

Listen to the drums
Echoing through the valley...
See the demons flying
Through the night, Hear the old woman
Cry out with fright
As a young woman is stripped bare...
Violated, beaten, bruised
She lays with unseeing eyes
All she hears
Are the silent screams inside her head.

Oh Africa
Land of my birth
Wat has become of you?
There is no joy
There is no mirth -

So she sighs...
And walks down to the riverside
To wash away the stains
She see inside her head
Her soul, her heart...
Don't you know her spirit feels dead?

The water is cold
Deep and wide
But it calls her
And embraces her life
And swallows her soul.

Mother! Father!
It...is...finished...
She is dead!

The drums echo mournfully
Through the valley
The demons chuckle with delight
The old woman wails
And cries
And sighs
Another daughter
Of Africa
Dies...