Africa Listen - Poem by kyvin nash
A voice crying down the path-ways
Those ever flowing streams
Trees of these recent woods in deep extremes
This undying hope echoing on the rocks,
Lingering up on the misty mountains,
Flowing with the blissful fountains.
Persistent, earnest calling and calling...
AFRICA Listen, AFRICA Listen!
You're not dark or black as they paint you,
You're not inferior and tamed as they perceive you.
AFRICA Listen a Great Voice is calling
Has been calling
Remember when the rain was falling
When your pride was all tucked-in-nourished
Before this blinds became your diet-flourished.
Are you unleashed when you're quiet...polished
When you're stuck in shadows with burdens of lures,
Adorned in silver and gold, blinding chores.
This very death-filled-route you binge on!
AFRICA...AFRICA! ! !
Go back to the roots that carried your dignity,
Who do you resemble except the Holy Trinity.
How long do you intend to reject the call...?
How far will you pretend and stall...?
Like glittering toys arrayed you stand with hope,
Whilst your blood and sweat is sold as dope!
AFRICA Listen a Voice is calling, has been calling
Hovering in the deserts of the Sahara and the Kalahari,
On the hill houses in Timbuktu,
Echoing over the Pyramids in Egypt to Kilimanjaro,
Echoes within the streams of the Nile,
To the Rift Valley in the east
Africa listen as the great voice speaks.
Echoes over the Serengeti to lake victoria,
At the Great Rift Valley to Nyasa to the falls of Victoria.
on the Okavango Delta, down the streams of Limpopo.
echoes from the Orange river to the Great Karoo,
To the mountains of the Drakensberg, over to the flat mountain of the Cape.
AFRICA LISTEN, AFRICA LISTEN...
a Voice is calling you out-off the ways of the world.
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