Before The Fall Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Marrow to bones yours were we roam in clouds
The savannah our pride
Our ancestors left a mark, our fathers led d trails, our mothers sing the song.
Were are those days we long to cheer, those samples of love and lust.
Thought it was a virgin with a hoof a horn and milk.if you drink her fura you go over time.15th century before Idoma damsels dance Ogrinya, ormabea and swahili.though Africa came from heaven we simply lost our civilzation right after the fall man from sky.