I Am Mother Africa Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

Hear me speak!
I am mother Africa
The womb that bore good children
The hands that cares and pampers
I am the roof of strangers
Wanderers and aliens from across sea
I am food and drinks
To slaves and freeborn

I am mother Africa
Who hand was bitten
By the mouth I fed
I am she, who was raped,
I am the robbed mother,
I am the mother whose sons
Where far away taken
Bound in chains and manacles of slavery

I am mother Africa
Who was slain
And my soil oiled
With my blood dripping
I am the dead,
Buried without a grave
I am the dead, who still breath

I am mother Africa
Who stand upon my grave
In triumph!
Yes, I have come,
To recolonize the earth
I will walk to Europe,
And uncrown Elizabirth
I will go America
And unseat Barrack

I have come to turn the world
Inside-out
To re-position the table
And make Europeans
Fall to my feet and lick
The dust on it
And Americans to fall
To the dust of my earth

I am mother Africa
I have received a lot
I have seen too much
It my time to wake the child
When sleep is most sweet

I am Africa
The second coming
For my offspring
To spread over the ocean
I am Africa
The mother you've heard about
Glorious-gracious-golden mother of mothers;
To reign into heaven!