Mother Africa
When early bird
Sang to welcome
The morning sun
You were up
Ready to brighten our day
When it was
Dryness all over
When river beds
Were thirsty
And no drops
Of honey down our throats
You made us feel
That all were there
For your bare palms
Hold us with warmth
The desire for all that we dream
The boulders on you,
Away we will lift them
We love you,
Mother Africa, 'Hongera'
Mother Africa, 'Hongera.'
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Amazing and very Beautiful. Another poem I love very much. Keep up the wonderful poetry Charles!