Tuesday, 26 June 2012
IVORY HORN OF AFRICA
Ivory horn of Africa
From which wine is served
To young and old, has become a commoner
In the city of her ancestors
She has deserted the land of her birth
Enroute a path, unknown to her folks
Destructive, o route, misleading.
Listen!!! O people of the world, of Africa
Children sit helplessly till sun sets and moon emerges
Children, living within tired bodies
Who shall overturn this curse?
Africa must not die like the hero who dies in battle.
Africa is the epitome of Beauty
beauty with a name, nature exemplified
The place of peace and freedom,
Freedom to explore possibilities,
Possibilities so divine.
Let the weak arise!
Let the strong hold them up!!
Let every piece be picked up; every worn heart!!!
Every man his own
Let us rise again
Our flag must not go down.
Copyright (C) 2012
First published at http://www.poetryfoundationghana.org/index.php/theme/social-poems/item/123-ivory-horn-of-africa
*Some lines have been edited with my permission