Africa My Home Poem by RENAISSANCE CHIDOZIE
Africa My Home
Africa my home, 'oh, black my dear skin
Gloom you possess not, nor diabolic,
It just that our sense is a systemic
Disease, which destroys and leads us to sin.
Revenge not! For our fault is dark as stain,
Which others refers as epidemic
Rather spare us the colour of panic
And let not your meta-handworks waste in vain.
Run-away seeds are they, those weak blind bats
Who seeks only but lust and gold for pleasure,
For they shall return like an escape goats,
When triumph give them a sense of closure.
Mother grant us the access to good path
And the strength to express ourselves on earth.
A good poem, I read pain but gradually hope comes, at the end we have the proof that good is to reveal itself.. Thank you for share
I agree with Luis. the first stanza is great and the overall poem has a nice flow with a positive sense and subtle meaning.
good write. you choose your words well. may i invite you to read my new poem called, spirits of the dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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You love us. That is why you prayed to our mother on our behalf. She heard the prayer and i know my mother, she shall shower you with love.