Tony Adah


My African Story - Poem by Tony Adah

I am a victim
The world's wrong spanks
Could only find my head
Still it purport to raise me
From my fatal fall.
I thought I could take refuge
On my sojourn to south Africa;
Only the hot inferno
Of xenophobia blazed in the veldt.
I tried England;
Only the yanking knives of segregation
Put humans apart.
I am back home
To my country
Where poverty strides the land amidst bounties
Or I am displaced.
My intention is to howl
But the ink silently stains this paper
I have tried to cry
But my pen just slips quietly
Through this silent paper.
I find no fancy
In this tangle
Of my my African story
O' Africa my continent
Whose incontinent wings
Have refused to gather me.

Topic(s) of this poem: sad


Comments about My African Story by Tony Adah

  • Shakil Ahmed (12/4/2015 9:04:00 AM)


    But the ink silently stains this paper
    I have tried to cry-

    Beautiful lines thanks for sharing
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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2015



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