john chizoba vincent
The Child And The Flower - Poem by john chizoba vincent
THE CHILD AND THE FLOWER
London flower, England queen,
When shall your frangrance comes to Africa?
Mother smiles and dimples are waiting to cheer
You up on the African soil.
Father wants to embrace you before he dies and
I sincerely wants to kiss you, london flower.
Sweet, sweet, lovely African child
Africa is a charming land
Fertile, lovely, pretty African soil
But- hmmmm- so many wise men dwell in thereof
Don't know if I will be accepted the way I am
And the cruel hearts of the leaders might hurt me
My children still need me but the bombing in
Africa is what I can't stand, I may get killed.
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