Africanism:Rise

The ancestral savannahs of my people Are still alive in the unseen horizons Our grandparents have told us many Wonderful things about our tribe Before they arrived, we were here On the banks of the rivers and streams We stood and saw their ships North, south, East and West Your blood flows in my veins; Only we Can irrigate the fields without profits The sick mentality of favour doing Need to be hang or put in the electric chair We are not anyone boys or lessers Our ancestors were kings, queens, and nobles There was so much to eat and drink The blood of our sweat, the sweat of our labor Elements of stability; Rise Up Africans Like a corpse, bury the weight of opprobrium No more trembling, red blemishes Shine in the middle; go nowhere Africans, wise, and strong Young and old; be a stimulating tree Be part of the newfound springing up Africa Amid the pale and faded flowers, we rise Deliberately, and earnestly, we rise With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi) ©Poem Makers SL (18/04/24)