We Are the African Selfie

On this great patch unfading black race stand- Symbols of grace abide in tribes of heroes- We represent a prosperous palms of an ancient land. We are the African selfie, a descriptive map of Africa to the world. What our faces look like is what she is! What we tell is whom Africa is- Panning of traces of our deities and gods, no more shall our sun hurt feelings. We won't betch out breastful greed and mortar of music of lost and war to the world with blood-eyed momeries. To Africa shall we creed and protect! Never shall we go lurels denied tempest that now hang our eyes to doom. With gifts and deeds, let's rise tell the fated shroud in the mists of Africa, strained hazy eyes and kill corruption- We are the African selfie, cords that connects Africa and Europe, Symbols that make darkness fled, the sun climbs from our coast, the rain harvest more in our land. Let's devoid ourselves from being a hungry cat pursued by hungry mice! As we sojourned, when the story shall be told of a dark Africa, stand to defend her for a good report. Your yams and golds shall be well preserved and when death come knocking at your door, Africa shall hide your proud bones from the craving eyes of death. We are not known for evil, Africa is not a dark continent, we must speak out! Preach not of her rigid cracked walls- even when the gong of dead is sounded, stand to spur some spurious tears of how great Africa is. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration