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African I Am
An African I am
From the motherland,
The charms of natures wits
Hair,nose,lips
My ancestral gifts.
With the beauty of an inner soul,
I will spread the joy of unity,
To the discredited,rejected and ejected
To the confused branches,
Blown and scattered in the winds of discord
Elevating to alien drifts,
Whilst roots disengage from the soil,
Of an African heritage
Laden with gold
Contrasting,uniting with an availing skin
Dark ebony,golden sun.
Self love,hope and yearning
To be what I am
And not what I am told to be
This is freedom
True liberty.
But many have gone astray
Father guide them back to the fold.
Africa awaits you!
Just be bold.
(written in collaboration with Thererassic Black BNVillage}
Motherland:
Fields are won by those who believe in the winning.
I salute you, my motherland.
I bow down to you, my motherland.
After too much sacrifice being as freedom fighters for our homeland,brave warriors are moving forward.
Neither by speech/voice, nor by quarrel/dispute
Victory can only be achieved by good deeds through all aspects.
So recite the phrase
Allah Hu Akbar.Allah is great.
we hold our life in our hands, and we walk forwards full of pride,dignity,respect and honour.we are ready to sacrifice our life for you with a smile on our face.
we are the brave warriors.we have never learnt how to stop.we don’t know how to bow down infront of enemies.
Till our last breath
we will keep on moving forward.
If you have enough courage, try to stop us
we are not scared of threats
our blood just says this
we are brave warriors who can never die.
we annihilate the enemies,
cut all these rascals,
Today with our blood, we will wash your feet.
O motherland.
I salute you, my motherland
Hence I won’t fear when committing myself to good deeds
I shall not fear when I go into combat, and with determination I’ll be victorious
I’ll be victorious, I’ll be victorious, I’ll be victorious.
Meri ma Kehne lagi Tu Meri Jaan hai
Jan Hasb-e- Nisab-e-Musalman hai
Jab Namaz-e-Jehad-Watan ho Ada
Tu Mile Sab ko Pehli Safon mai Khara
Jab Zameen-e-Watan Kar rahi ho wuzoo
Pesh karna Mere Laal Apna Lahoo
Aur Kehna Watan Tu Hamesha Jiye
Winning is about struggle and effort and optimism, and never, ever, ever giving up.
https://youtu.be/7fqa0VSA_w0
How wrong is the notion than having two great loves...
doesn't make a heart absorb what it immensely adores.
My natural motherland is that southern European country
kisses by the warm waves of the Mediterrean sea,
where a great empire rose and conquered others,
only defeated by the barbarians like the Huns.
My adopted motherland was discovered by Columbus,
who with three ships sailed the Atlantic Ocean confidently,
hoping to find a route to India, the land of spices and mystery...
and he thought all along it he had found it without any loss.
The first one made a dreamer out of me overnight,
and inspired me with her breathtaking landscapes and skies;
who has ever see Mount Vesuvius throught a teenager's eyes,
and be somewhat moved by the magnificent sight?
The second one nourished my erring and poetic spirit so sensible:
seeing snow-capped mountains, green vallies and sun-drenched canyons;
there all thoughts fled to find inspiration...like kids playing with crayons,
attempting to draw with ingenuity images very awesome and beautiful.
These two countries are loved by me as I loved sweet mother;
the old one holds her strict religious values and the other has more realistic freedom,
not suggesting to quickly discard one, and embrace the other;
I will definitely love them both and honor their flags with the joyful beats of my drum.
How happy and grateful I am to have had these friends fulfilling my worthiness
that daily shaped my character and broadened my avenues towards success.
I looked in the distance and saw it
That closed door leading to the unknown
In my somnolence I walked towards it
Slowly but surely to be reborn
I stood before the door contemplating
Like a Pandora’s Box it seemed to be
Whatever is behind it was indeed waiting
To be released from mystery in order to be
The door knob slowly and slowly it turns
Click! The lock has become unlocked
Wonder, excitement and anxiety churns
Curious forces push and all is unblocked
I peered and stepped in towards it
That Acacia tree with branches widespread
From all corners of Motherland they stood beneath it
Laughing and smiling exchanging fellowship bread
I joined them beneath this splendid Acacia tree
For three years it became my comfort
For three years its leaves sheltered me
For three years its wisdom and knowledge I got
Now as I step away from its shade
And receive with open arms its fruits
I open my eyes with awe then gaze
The dream surely lives and forever it shall be
They say we are close
Yet don't live together.
They say we are close
But killing one another
They say we are close
By the ties that bind us
By religion and faith,
And images that blind us.
When in reality
We are crying in shame
Obsessed by fame
To be part of a game
that divide us
They say we are close
But that's a lie
When they stab and shoot
And on the street they die
From across the world we can see
The yolk that binds us in depravity
The wealth that's taken from our land
By the robbery of assets from the motherland
We have the gold , diamonds and land
But we have not the common sense
To unite as one
and share a pride
In helping a brother or sister
That's cast aside
The streets of London
Were paved with gold
That's another lie,
We were told
For as we followed the pied piper to their land,
How much of the bigotry, did we understand?
How much hatred was in store
When the inn was opened
But we were faced
With a bolted door
To opportunities
If Martin Luther had a dream
So do I, but what does it mean?
To abandon forced doctrine, and unite
Around the motherland
And make things right
With your brothers and sisters
In far off lands
Africa, Brazil, the Caribbean
With a helping hand
Sharing a love
Make things right
Share resources
And stop the flight
In confusion, delusion, hatred and strife
Lets start a new era
And get things right
IF I COULD SPEND A DAY WITH YOU...
If I could spend a day with you, I'd be happy,
we'd never get enough of each other's company.
Our poems and write-ups will embrace unity.
Our inks will make love in the nights enmity
as we stain the sheet with creativity.
We'd hold hands strolling with a coffee,
grip each other in timeless euphoria like a trophy;
But you're worthier than all the biggest trophies.
Kissing is your art, I'd paint you with kisses,
And bask in the glory of heavenly drizzles,
Write you a poem that'll rain beautiful tears
Off your hazy eyes that'll wash off your fears.
I'd wipe away your tears when you feel blue,
every day, I'd tell how much I cherish you
I'd stare into your eyes, & without a single word,
We'd flipped feelings over the board.
If I could spend a day with you,
there is no height we wouldn't scale through,
I'll be your chandelier & make your night colorful,
leave an impression, I'd make you gleeful,
the holy grail is to make you esctatically happy.
I'd cuddle your brain & crack you up in a jiffy,
telling riddles & tales about motherland, Africa.
And when my day is spent & our bond bigger,
I'd made you more happier and freakier,
a memento of our memories rises at every flicker.
Reminisce our memiors now and forever.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? March 2023.
Saffron stands for courage and sacrifice,
Provided by our fearless, able soldiers -
They gave their lives to save another,
Proud of dying for their motherland.
White symbolizes purity and truth,
Present in the hearts of all patriots –
It reminds our leaders to maintain peace
And harmony in our nation, grand.
Green is for progress, faith and joy,
And respect for our ‘Earth's green lungs’,
To duly protect what we proudly stand on -
Our nation, our soil, our sand.
And everytime we look at our flag,
We are filled with immense pride,
Proud of supporting our Tricolour,
We shall always stand by its side.
18/7/15
For Judy’s Contest – Your Country/ State/City Flag
(INDIAN FLAG)
Our flag is called the Tricolour (Tiranga in an official language, Hindi)
SAVE MY MOTHER, AFRICA
Poor Africa, why have you allowed your ancient precious priceless beads taken away frm you while coveting after a common coated carved stones from the foreign land?
Where were you when your artifacts were shipped to the land behind the oceans
And your Children worked by the mill day and night
They took away your treasured garment and sealed you with an ''unsuitable suit'' from a distant land.
They inserted straw in a bottle and dip it in your mouth, but fix hose to your anus and passed it into a tank.
Draining your blood in the name of exchange
They took away your staff of office with which you have peacefully and successfully lead for centuries. They gave you guns in return to scatter your wards around, thereby losing ur respect.
They once respected you, now dread you
No longer the you they knew
Dear great Motherland where is your sense of supremacy of those good days, before u were made to look inferior?
Will you still allow this train to continue with d hopeless journey?
Where all we now live for is nothing but money
Now we treat one another line monkeys
O great Africa hear the call from your womb
The child therein is due for delivery
Tighten not your cervix the passage of life
The future sits uncalm inside of you
The entire world awaits that unique cry
The birth of the future, the new world
Unchain yourself from the shackles of the West
Create your path trough the jungle
This is the forest from where you were raised
Where the paths to the streams and ranches
Paths to the mountains and the valleys
Your children raced and long for everyday
Call out your lost children behind the seas
Scattered across the deserts in their search for greener pastures that never exist
Call out in your slangs they know your voice
Let them come home to rescue the hailing mother
Our mother is sick and losing her breath
Fellow brothers and warriors on sojourn
Rest not in the land of your captivity
Run back home and heed the call of mama
Our mother has taken up a another father
Our step father rapes her day and night
Now about to die with her pregnancy
Come rescue our mother the mother Africa
Save the life of her unborn baby the new world
Time to leave the barn and head home
Home is where we come not their Rome
Romans built their home
Africa must build her own
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
The shadow of death a scene so morbid
A cry now arose from my motherland
I fear when I hear the silent loom
Were those my eyes that swim in doom?
I falter when I see the funeral pyres lit
My heart like stone sinking to the bottom
of a endless pit
My spirit wounded I shed not a tear
My mind whirling in so much fear
As death approached did he smile with scorn
Or held on tight even at the break of dawn
Fate was mocking entering every door
Deaths rushing vengeance grabbing so many more
How long will he take to build a score
The sky in wrath painted red at dawn
With bended knees I hit the floor
My eyes now closed I beg and implore!
27.4.2021
Sponsor: Funom Makama
Contest: A Poem of Horror.
A Premier Contest Winner (Third Place )
Running across hot piles, the dunes of my feet
Across the white whirlpools of winding waves
Inside the dusty closet, your stripes of vibrancy lure the children
Never wanting to dull the daring sparkles, like July fireworks
Blessing your player with volleys of Olympians
Offering skills to those whose eyes lock onto you
When only the most infatuated ones unlock your full potential
Bending vertebrae and crushing expectations
Even the unathletic understand you are not just a mere toy
Aspirations were set by the youth after their experiences
Crushing nets of tangled white, you are the favorite toy of Zeus
Here is where we had our first tango
Blinding eyes and decorating skies
All on the hottest beach north of luxury Miami
Little children and parents alike yearn for your pop of color
Lovely sandbanks and crowded waters of salt are your motherland~