Nzemaland, Land Of My Ancestors Poem by Matt Starking

Nzemaland, land of the brave and strong,
Where the sun shines bright and the hearts beat long,
Where the people hold on to their traditions and ways,
And the land is alive with the songs of their days.

From the north to the south, the land is blessed,
With mountains and valleys, and rivers that never rest,
With forests that whisper secrets of old,
And fields that yield riches, more than gold.

In Nzemaland, the people are kind and true,
Welcoming strangers with open arms anew,
Their culture is rich, their customs unique,
The way they live, so humble and meek.

Land of the founding fathers
Who lay down their life for a greater cost
William Amoo, Osagyfo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, George Grant, RS Blay
These are the bravest and the greatest men Africa ever had
Yet they were all born in Nzemaland, the land of legends

Their food is delicious, their dance so sweet,
Their language rolls off the tongue like a beat,
Their art is stunning, their history deep,
Their passion for life is an ocean so deep.

Nzemaland, land of the rising sun,
Where the people are one, and their spirit is strong,
Where the future is bright, and the possibilities endless,
Nzemaland, a land we must cherish and defend.