Africa Poem by muhammed olarewaju abdulraheem

oh! africa my africa
under the bright shining sun dwell the black panther
under the beautiful sun emanate our scholar and leader
both striving to grow more explorer
fighting against barricade of limitation
strong and healthier, far from imitation

hope and grace start our day
shining coming from the rays
our custom is the way
and success rule our day
that is how real we are made

but to imitate a fashion of an alien
miming their way and custom like it is our culture
it will keep resulting to crime and shame
cause there are not people from the sun

it sadden to witness massacre
in my fatherland
killing of brothers and sister
xenophobic, terrorism and segregation are not our culture
we create weapon for territorial integrity not war
no! africa is not a graveyard for the africans

together we build our fatherland
and energy from the sun we shade us through the path
and GOD we raise our land
that how traditional we are made
and that is how real we are made
rise again oh! africa my fatherland