Africa:
My ancestors taught you
You refused the counsel of the wise
What new knowledge will I teach you
As I do not breed Solomon's blood?Africa:
Learn this song I sing
Never let it slip like rain and moon
Look and see your children cry
As burdens of hunger suck them dry.Africa:
Hear and see them writhe
In agonies of disharmony they fry
As wars rip their skulls
So in grief and weary do my heart bleed.Africa:
Thus will my ancestors and I bleed
Till you rid your camps of manless men
Whose spirits paddle our lives
In the seas of death where they live.
Sacred Womban
Into this hemisphere
Many a millennia ago
You arrived here from miles beyond
the Moon's mist
Legend has it
That one breath
from deep within your bosom
could break the cycle of man
and bring re-birth.
You are of the Earth
And every element of the Universe
Your delicate, divine body
serves as an instrument
for the messages
and might of the Ancestors.
For what reason would any man
want to harm, violate, or degrade you?
Only fools would tamper
with your treasure
The wind without end sings sonnets
to pay homage to your priceless-ness
Of bliss you are
Woman of the wonderfulness
of shining Stars.
Afar into the galaxy
One could only find
gifts that would equate
your divine Sunshine.
Poetry isn't powerful enough
Roses don't posses enough regality
Diamonds lack the luster needed
and gold doesn't have enough gleam
to honor you Miss Supreme
You are the shadow of
the unspoken Spirits
that manifest life
The secret of the Sun
The whisper of the night.
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