Oh Mother Africa

Oh mother Africa cradle of civilization like the great trees of our green oceans you protect your young from this great gale from east, north, south, west but mostly west it comes with a force first gentle then strong then stronger from leaf to stem it sways the oceans steering our waters to unright directions it brings it's sand from far away and takes our leaves to far away. Oh mother Africa cradle of civilization land of fruits milk and honey groom your young in your own way let them know it's not for sale our dignity, pride and values but how do you cushion a dying man how do you relieve a man running after a setting sun a drowning man will clench a straw if this he thinks will stay afloat young shoots find no space to blossom even in this spacy forest is this our fault or it it's fault that seedlings readily embrace the gale they know the wrath it all entails but this they say is better than the dark. Oh corner trees of iroko type give space for the young to grow their roots will firm their stems will broad and this ocean green will stay agreen heed my advice and pave the way for if these things are not done in time your young will continue to embrace the gale and this ocean green will go brown some day.