Africa Square

AFRICAN SQUARE An Afro-Ant lost across the Mediterranean In his home a royal, but on a white land an alien I asked about his mission to the pig farm Shhhh! He said, be calm For I am on the search for the Gulf of Guinea To get not only Gold but Ivory I asked if he had a map in his hairy armpit Lest his journey he better quit For Africa is at his South With traces of unmarked path. I left my Stranger to get him water So that he jumps to Africa faster But when I returned with palm wine in a pot He had run away with his fellows in my court So if you see Ants so dear, Help them locate the African square. (This poem was written for all Africans in Diaspora seeking to locate their true identity in Africa)