THE CHILD AND THE FLOWER
CHILD:
London flower, England queen,
When shall your frangrance comes to Africa?
Mother smiles and dimples are waiting to cheer
You up on the African soil.
Father wants to embrace you before he dies and
I sincerely wants to kiss you, london flower.
FLOWER:
Sweet, sweet, lovely African child
Africa is a charming land
Fertile, lovely, pretty African soil
But- hmmmm- so many wise men dwell in thereof
Don't know if I will be accepted the way I am
And the cruel hearts of the leaders might hurt me
My children still need me but the bombing in
Africa is what I can't stand, I may get killed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet, sweet, lovely African child AS NATION IS LOVELY LAND. Very wise and amazing affection shared here definitely....10