Give Me Africa My First Love
Africa is my home
I have no other home
For Africa I live for
Give me Africa to live
I will make her my soul.
Asia is not my home
For my blood is not theirs
I have no root there
Their roses are sick
Africa is my first love.
Give me not Europe
I have none of their eyes
My legs are not like theirs
Their water will leave dirt in me
Africa I pledge for night and day.
America is not good for me
Their weather is scary to me
Their food can't quench my
Hunger and thirst for home
Peace of Africa I crave for.
Australia is not good for my skin
I may not dance and sing there
Moonlight have no branch there
There are faults in their skyful stars
Return my Africa for us sons
Antarctica is not my home
I have no business with them
Africa is my business to care
Don't blame me for my want
If I don't build her who will?
Give me Africa treasure at heart
Give me her borders to oversee
Across the oceans would I tender
Not even ants will go hurting again
We will have enough to eat and laugh.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2017
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