This Is My Home
By birth am an African
At death, I shall remain resolute and resilience to the African spirit
Strengthening the cords in the midst of turbulence beaconing
Blithering hope, when the lyrics of bloodshed is authored
Staging a holy war against scoffers of my skin
Fostering the lots of the black
Am proud to be black and blunt,
My aural is irresistible
Chaos and cure flow in my veins
Black is the colour of the universe
I do not seek your views in this
Come to think of it,
I am first an African
I shall remain in Africa
Even when the turbulence beacons
For this is my home.
awoh awoh
Copyright © Kingsley Awoh | Year Posted 2011
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