Africa Poem by Peter Swan
Africa
From the ashes rose
Africa.
A phoenix of pure sunlight.
Its vast wings of antiquity;
A mother’s arms shielding
It’s newborn from an imperialist Sun.
It’s feathered voice now
soars across violet tinged skies.
Singing songs by fallen angels
of hidden fruits they once tasted.
Hopes on one day returning
On wings borrowed
from Africans Sorrow.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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