Ross DixPeek

Rookie (10 July 1970 / Salisbury, Rhodesia)

The White African - Poem by Ross DixPeek

The White African

Ross Dix-Peek

Over the great ocean seas
My ancestors did choose to flee,
Europe’s rumblings and poverty,
And to “Darkest Africa” did journey

It was many, many years past,
When Queen Vic’ was still at the mast,
When my forebears resolute did come,
To live beneath the great African sun

Since has Mother Africa suckled our young
To us her lullabies and sweet songs sung,
And all this time ‘neath her fiery mantle
Did my people in Africa live, toil and battle

Africa is not for the mild and the meek,
It's no place at all for the feeble and the weak,
And the days oft be savage and so very long,
Yes, it's only for the brave and the very strong

Many generations did pass, and many years shorn,
Before I too upon African soil was born,
Like my fathers’ before, a White African,
Created and cast beneath her scorching sun

And although I have since her rugged shores left,
My soul to Mother Africa’s bosom will forever be cleft,
And though I may miss the tight embrace of an African sun,
It matters not, for I will forever be a White African!

Comments about The White African by Ross DixPeek

  • (8/22/2009 3:15:00 PM)

    The skin color does not matter but the soul is very important.We need to be happy, we need to be good people, we need love.........Great poem...........10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 12, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 22, 2009

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