I am Africa
I am the mother
I am Africa
A father to mothers
I am Africa
An ancestor to fathers
I gave life
I gave birth to all these notions
With motions
I begot all these valleys
Mountains I natured
And fountains I matured
But wars acted
In no time my life was rejected
The spilling of blood was perfected
And thus today I am neglected
Today they predilected
I am Africa
Never-the-less I survived slavery
And tried to instill peace
But the strong thunders of poverty came
And they left me into pieces
To hollow rocks I whispered
And the murmuring trees dispersed
Dancing with the deasese, hate!
That made me lose my coasts
And post to post I felt all costs
I am Africa
My poetic buff is still boilling
Rolling and gliding with blood and tears
Till today I am fighting
Yes I am contesting to redeem myself
Beyond the dignity
That was degraded by earthy spheres
Each day and each night
And for each life taken
I bow and lose my love
And my dignity is deferred
Very powerful poem, the force of the human spirit is definately in this one.
very deep, your passion screams out in this poem. well done
Oh man! lena ke ingenza ngizidle ngobu African bam indenza ndifis' ubhabhe emoyeni okwentaka.ngenanele ubuhle beAfrica ngibubukela phansi, ngiphuze kulezompophoma, ngibhukude kuleyo milambo..ngiphethe ngokuqhwakela kulezo ntaba zimakhelekethe...beautiful, ...beautiful poem mtakaPotelwa.
i av alwayz said you are the man. nice shot keep it up. we are black, and we are proud of being afrikanz.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
strong passionate song... the full bodied love for your Africa! very well written!