Africa:
Mama Africa,
The land of my ancestors,
How I long to see you smile.
Misty waters,
Blue skies,
Bloody wars.
Sad Faces,
Starving children,
Many victims.
A nation no more!
Separated by greed.
Divided by hate,
Connected by tears.
Heaven weeps
As the night goes cold,
Oh mother land.
Why are your sorrows so deep?
A land of great richness and beauty,
Colours and diversity.
Mama Africa,
The land of my ancestors,
My heritage, my birth right.
How your sorrows consume me,
Shattered souls,
Dying nation.
Copyright © Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2011
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