Tale From Grandfather Poem by kemurl fofanah

Many many many years a go
during the time when my thinking was young and slow
Grandfather told me a story of great people
They use to live in love circle
Trees was there mansion
Peace was their vision
Contentment was their food
Virtue was their daily mood
They did not have a foe or friend
everyone was a brother that could not bend
Their country was a jungle of bliss
Their continent was an island filled with heaven grease
Their color was stronger
Their prowess was longer
They were pulled apart by cigar, alchole and more
The hunt themselves like beast with no knowledge core
Selling their fellow became a pleasant pleasure
loosening their souls become the hunted expected future
These people were africans
They use to live in heaven call africa