The Son Of Africa Poem by Hope Ajagun

He came to the stage
With a frightening gait
That rooted out the Gothic gate
That sheltered the dragons of the past age

The son of Africa
Walked with slim legs
That threw dust to the dragon eggs
And the hovering hawks ran afar.

The chicks could play
And tan under the sun
As the son of Africa pray for more dews, rain and sun
But red Volta brought than her own iroko
And called him Sankara
But the Judas only murdered sleep.
As the son of Africa lives on.

(c) 2021 Hope Ajagun.