Acacia Unabii Poet Free verse

Call Me Africa

Call me Africa,
The land of the ancient chiefs 
That lie in ruins.
Iam the sun-scorched plains
And the roar of Mosi oa tunya.
Iam the rolling hills
And the lush green valleys
Where rainclouds come to rest
And the mopane is plentiful.
Call me Africa!
Iam the roar of the lion
Sending waves of fear
Through the land and scattering his prey.
Iam the beat of the drum
In the dead of the night
Evoking the spirit of the supreme God
For showers of benediction
Upon our ancestral lands.
Iam Africa,
The battered and bruised young girl
Molested by the hands of colonisers.
With bleeding knees and her pride in tatters
She hobbles on.
The future is dark and uncertain
But she is a woman ,she will overcome.

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Beata Agustin March 16, 2025 at 6:37 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day.