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
7 comments:
BIG UPS MAN.
Great Piece of work. Very inspiring.
Keep it up and we want more.
Thanks Marcus...more will flow from this literary horn. you inspire more
You will surely go far with this, man. I love every piece of it... God bless you
God bless you too comrade, we surely will celebrate this day someday
beautiful,deep and touching.loving your blog
Godslove, thanks for passing through, i so appreciate it, i couldn't help but pen these reality as i think of where i come from.
Godslove, thanks for passing through, i so appreciate it, i couldn't help but pen these reality as i think of where i come from.
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