Brothers, I had a dream last night,
I dreamt Africa was now full of light! !
Her poverty was a thing of the past,
And those who were first were now the last! !
Brothers, it was the most beautiful dream I ever had,
I heard what my ears have never heard,
A voice said, “The race is not to the swift”,
And I saw prosperity towards us shift,
I saw God raise us from the dust,
And Africa was no longer the last! !
Brothers, I dreamt we were beating our spears into pruning hooks,
We were reading and writing books,
We were rising at the fastest pace,
And Africa was now a better place,
Brothers, my dream might not be accepted by you,
But my dream shall surely come true!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem bro i enjoyed it