A Poem To My Country
Dear fatherland
the cradle of races
you lie among the many
with great sight of differences
in this mulatto of western languages
Oh great triangle!
you rise and fall
like ocean tides
in landscape and beauty
in patois and culture
Tell me you're not corrupt
deny racial discrimination
country of peace
river of prawns, Africa in miniature
Cameroon.
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2009
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