MaryVivien Namata


My Africa - Poem by MaryVivien Namata

It is not the corners but the color
It is not the duties but the beauty
The black buttons sound better
Ts the cry of my Africa

Oh beyond the mountains and the valleys
The Lilllie's of the jungle blossom
How i love the songs of the sparrow
The endless melodies of the hour

It is the roar of the lion
The reigning of a king all over
Simbaaaaaaaaa Simbaaaaaaaaaa
Ts not in terror but the favor
Only one king rule to whenever
Ts the sound of my Africa

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  • Rookie Lungelo Mbatha (6/5/2008 12:00:00 PM)

    your Afrika is my Afrika too! this is a nice piece, for the love of (Mother) land! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 5, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 5, 2008


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