His glow saw Africans in mirth
His spry saw Africans in expectations
He was indeed Zeus
And Africa was in destitute of Zeus for her ego
For Apollo's efforts needed to be backed from Olympus
Africa……..Africa……..Africa
The blow came unexpected
Africa gasped for breath
For Zeus had fired at Apollo in a thrice
From Olympus with a dark arrow
Alas! ! Alas! ! Alas! !
With blood stained lips,
Apollo Slept and Africa with him
For Zeus' blow was dark and red
Africa……..Africa…..America
Hitherto, Africa sleeps, to rise up not
Strangled by a body that carried her blood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Temajung. This is really impressive. Will take out time to read all of your poems.
THANKS MUCH MR DANKARO, AM REALLY HONORED TO GET A COMMENT FROM YOU. I HAVEN'T SPOKE WITH MY PEN FOR A WHILE...I THINK IVE LOST SOME SKILLS