O' Mother Africa Poem by Abubakar Ahmed Imam

(i)
O’ Mother Africa
Wipe away these beads of sorrow
That harrow and scorn thy lovely brow
As the day goes by, so does it come by

The sweat of our heroes
Will never vanish like a cloud
Until the end of time it will remain
Like the sun
And like the sun
It will continue to shine
Through gay fields of our land
Until each tear dropped this day
Procreates a thousand joy

(ii)
The xerophytes
Despite the cruelty of the desert
Still survive
Harsh times though are here
But a peep through this
This dark furious tunnel
A ray of light I see
And closer it gets to me
Each painful day that crawls by

Thus consoled I write
Consoling in every lonely night

O Mother Africa
Wipe away these beads of sorrow
That harrow and scorn thy lovely brow
As the day goes by, so does it come by