Natural Home Poem by Stanley Bronny

Africa, Cradle of humanity
Where there is enough hospitality
Africa, mother of all races
From your dark skin came other races

Continent of uncredible wealth
Your heads stabbed you in the back
They make you live withing their means
Fortunate sufferer of man's wickedness

Africa, you that watched your wards grew
And then kidnapped into slavery
Your warm red blood forcely fertilized cold farm
Why all these?

Home of one thousand and one languages
Where snow never falls
But the hot sun ablaze at the zenith
You must be giving red carpet treatment.