I Hear You Call

Africa, 

Upon this vantage pedestal I see you, 

i gaze from this hollow quest, 

away from the home of my ancestors, 

a sojourner for a time, 

I yearn, 

to tread again the beautiful climate of my origin,

where no strange stares forbids my freedom, 

Africa, 

Did I hear the enthralling songs?

The chirping sounds of the birds,

The brilliant coruscations, 

the evening tales by moonlight,

Oh! Nature, never saw you tainted.

it is different here,

Africa, A vast exotics land of combination, 

with lush emerald jungles 

vistas of burning stars, 

and torrential white river,

the mountains unharvested, 

the hills uncrowded,

Africa, 

we smile without suspicion 

not hunted "like partridges upon the mountain" 

We breathe though poor

Yet rich in morals 

I am a prisoned  sojourner here, 

men speed away uncaring. 

locked in debts called homes,  

bills buries friendship, 

and for wood hay and stubble, 

nature becomes  a nullity,   

in motions like robots, 

we wake, we work, and wear our frame 

Africa i hear you call
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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