Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.
The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.
I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!
Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.
Wonderful poem, it's the same across the world to many gifted people are ignored and sidelined.
Not only in Africa, everywhere in the underdeveloped countries there are talented persons but they don't get opportunities to bring there talents in light. They are born in the dark and they die in the dark. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have a dream! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.