Green Is Bae Poem by Anthony Onoja

Green Is Bae

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They lose their rage up on us
Higher into the clouds we burn in flames
Africa the home of dwindling gods
Full of diversity but lost her root
I heard her kinsmen are dreadful warlocks
Yet remembers little of their war tales
Fallen men litter the streets of Pretoria
Abound by these scorge of pain and hurt
See them burned amidst their rising
Africa used to be a good place to rise
Even when the gods are crazy we hunt together
We made them mad admist our match
When we made them an African in the heart Sweato
For the full end is near if we lost our home
When all ends shall be made by the Nigerian
Africa shall rise on eagle's wings
Bearing the flag of honor and love
Forged from the very heart of gold
Welded in coat of green white green

Green Is Bae
Sunday, September 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: africa,peace,xenophobia
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Africa needs us we need Africa, the price of peace is priceless, say no to xenophobia.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kingsley Egbukole 08 September 2019

" Fallen men litter the streets of Pretoria" and the streets of Durban and Johannesburg. xenophobia is evil. Kingsley.

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Mahtab Bangalee 08 September 2019

Oh! Humanity in the burning HelI! ! ! ! ! Yeah No Xenophobia No Xenophobia No Xenophobia

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