I am the child
Yes the child,
Lost in the unnecessary battle fields
Hoping to have a vision
...
I call her wounder!
When I look at her eyes,
I feel like an ocean boiling
With a steeming heat
...
Young Pan Africanist proudly born in Africa. Student and hardworking, my poems are all about Pan Africanism and I will be grateful if you send your feedbacks on my poems)
Lost Vision
I am the child
Yes the child,
Lost in the unnecessary battle fields
Hoping to have a vision
Am now thinking of a new mission
That's home
May I please have your permission!
If yes, that's my formation
My youthful vision that was taken
Away cause of one's personal
Ambitions that caused thousands
If not millions
Of visions lost!
No Life, No Vision
Peace is my only dream
As I stand with all refugees
Around the World
Africa at peace
Is World at Peace