Africa is a jungle of love, and our ancestors purify the land and soil with affection and black heritage.
Snakes on the stake is the tradition of stone age, morality is the blackman culture. Birds roam the spiritual shrine of black deities, the sun smile down on Africa and walk throughout the sahara desert.
A tree does not make a forest, and a gorilla don't hunt in hyena territory. Africa is not hot, but the weather can get you wet.
Listen to your heartbeat with open mind. Negro holiness is the name of blackmagic in custom and rites sanctuary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.