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Africa, my motherland.
The home of my forefathers,
Who were as ignorant as children.
But were as industrious as wild beavers.
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What a world with wonderment!
Just around the bay of Paradise.
Mountains upon mountains, valleys upon valleys.
Filled with joy, beauty, passion and value.
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I love you,
Not because you are beautiful.
I love you,
Not because your eyes are wonderful.
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i have been awoken.
with my eyes still closed.
by the rising sun
from an unknown island
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I have found the child,
who was once lost on a moss.
Without any cost, with a cross.
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The Love for each other then,
has sank into the deep blue sea
like the titanic which went beneath the sea.
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The first day I caught a sight,
I thought you were an angel,
Up from the skies with a flight,
But on the land you dwell.
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You were sent to me,
As the slave free to flee
To his only home to see.
My heart you paced to be.
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The white key
The black key
The lasting duo
They play a perfect rhythm
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She proclaims her identity
As a lady of substance and beauty
But I pity her ignorance
...
That's all she needs at her birthday party.
Well wrapped, looking bulky and pretty
Like that hidden treasure.
But just a synthetic panda,
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Africa.
Africa, my motherland.
The home of my forefathers,
Who were as ignorant as children.
But were as industrious as wild beavers.
They call themselves Africans.
Africa.
The land of assiduous beings,
Whose skin as coal.
But their masters' as snow.
How good were they at playing that game called slavery
With the then blindfold blacks.
Oh! Mama Africa.
Behold how fantastically majestic
You look on your throne.
Crowned by the sun
Some millennia back.
With your other five associates
exhibiting some kind of curtsy.,
When they see you swagger
Though they feel to stagger.
Africa.
The land of honey and milk indeed.
The land of money and silk not in need.
Civilization started in Africa.
Victimization altered in Africa.
Nought sought when it fought not.
Rather taught how it thought.
Africa!
A place of haven.
Yet not heaven.
A place of dainty nature.
Yet not in saintly feature.
There ingenious and gifted Homo Sapiens,
Emanates from nowhere.
Animals and green plants,
Emerging from somewhere.
Where was I at that time?
Where were you at that time?
Mama Africa.
God bless you.
And your people,
God bless Africans!
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4/25/2024 4:45:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it's a wonderful poem Solomon! for some reason the voting box would not allow to vote, i would've given it a 9/10