Dry up your tears Mama Africa,
And greetings to your sons and daughters;
For i am here to back you up as a true son!
The 'Modus Operandi' is what we need,
But we have to weep for ourselves as well;
For your freedom, liberty and privacy are now intruded!
But i am here to back you up as a true son.
I am reaching out to the galaxies and,
You need to dry up your tears Mama Africa;
For you have the gift so sweet to the souls,
And of the your expectations and passions!
For your patience and love touches the hearts of many.
A person who fears is not made whole in love,
And i am here to back you up as a true son;
So dry up your tears Mama Africa,
For you are brighter than the gold on the honeymoon stride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem