You are black still your feet
know not Africa soil,
you are black still your
eyes have never witness
how the sun rise and fall
in Africa,
you are black yet you have
never nod or move your hip
to any Africa
music.
How free is your blood?
How thick is it? How long will
you remain slave and erased from
your Africa root?
Come home peace dwell here!
come and taste the runing
water of Africa,
come let Africa free you!
good poem...longing for roots....i think we all want to be connected to our roots
being a human means being beyond every thing else, no race, no colour, and no tongue since humanity is something precious for itself and for those who carry it by their hearts before their hands so let your words as they deserve to be so, full of the humanity passion, humanity for all with no discrimination, do fly my eagle friend in the far_extended space of humanity, no matter, how strong the wind is you are the no colour eagle, the free for freedom, and the loving for love, be love and be free my dear beautiful poet...ph.d//a//k//
Really good poem. Good write. Take a look at My poem called, oh my love.
Imaginations fired at great philosophical heights...could well be a sophomore poem..well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
call for return to root, very nice poem, thanks for sharing