Anita Odure Odeh Poet Epic

African Joy

/Green and beautiful was the land that greeted me
With so much glee they walked and worked
How could someone  feel so much joy in this cruel world
With no looks to woo a bride
With coerce palms from all the hard work 
Oh if only 'hard work' meant success
Billionaires would roam the streets

The gbong gong sound of the drums, 
With the chills of her serene voice
Though I didn't understand a word 
But it meant happiness 
Joy as they dance and jumped
No rhythm or rhyme to their moves 
"What is this called?" I asked, 
"The African Joy" was the answer


Composed by.  Anita Odure Odeh/

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James Inman March 15, 2016 at 1:07 PM Very nice write Anita, almost an extension of your first post but with a up beat twist at the end.

Poet Destroyer A March 8, 2016 at 11:02 AM A lovely and powerful write.... Enjoyed the imagery....Linda

Casarah Nance March 8, 2016 at 8:18 AM You have captured the scene well, very good descriptions.