Africa Heart
Bloody skies
New beginnings
Fresh
Warm
Glorious scent
From heaven it was sent
Long before
We walked this land
It was moulded
Sculpted
Created
Perfected
By the Maker
Legends tell of
The dark spirit
Turning trees
Trying to take the land
The Maker
Made the tree strong
Made it proud
Made it unbreakable
Just like the people
That believe in Him
The Maker perfected this land
More than before
Filling with
Mighty roars
Soft rumbles
Silent wings
Bouldering calls
Gentle purrs
Manic laughs
So with this
Wild heart I call mine
I will delight myself in
The Makers
Creations
Running soon
Running far
To set wild hearts free
Like a flaming master
Taking its fiery hold
Over all things
Dry and old
Only to uncover
What has been bleeding
To be seen
Our wild hearts
Beat with
Gentle giants footfall
Beating slow steady
Ready to be set free
Ready to breathe
What was mine to be
With blazing sun
Firing down
Onto cracked
Down ground
Between thick brush
Under the mighty baobab
With the creations all around
My wild
African heart
Soon to be found
Copyright © Fierce Malilangwe | Year Posted 2013
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