Beat the drums fast
Come all you
Warriors
Children of the besieged
Mother Afrika
Lets stump the ground hard
& raise the dust
Let the dead know
It means war
That bloodstained
Old monster
Santa
Still continues
Flooding and feeding
Our seedlings
With that barren poisonous
False taste
Coca-cola
Lets ban the curser
Lest we parish.
hey marota, this is a lovely african poem. i enjoy our heritage culture and that is why i want it put on paper.it is a good one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One thing I like or should I say respect about you is how you manage to tell a novel in few words. You budget less to make a lot. 'let them know/ it means war'. Mo Faya!