Amie Sallah Poet I do not know?

Cry of the African Child

It is my father's land
It is my mother's land
It is my home land
They call it the dark continent
We call it Africa
But I call it My Continent

My continent is in total darkness 
Except for a few deem of light
Which they are trying to put off
Though there are lots of candles to light
Yet still my people cannot light the candles themselves

But I will rise up
I will rise up with the help of my people
And light each and every corner of my continent
And in the new bright light of AFRICA
THE AFRICAN CHILD WILL CRY NO MORE

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Beata Agustin July 1, 2024 at 7:17 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." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A February 15, 2016 at 6:40 PM deep write. Amie, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA

Skat A November 30, 2015 at 11:54 AM Amie, Enjoyed reading.... LUV **SKAT**

Milton Manyass January 19, 2014 at 7:15 AM Cry no more, child. The African sun shall certaily rise, to drown the darkness of the selfish despots of our continent. An inspiring poem. Milton.

Sima Mittal May 8, 2013 at 3:37 AM Its nice and inspiring!