Singing songs under the mango trees.
At night where we gather as a family.
As children and adults,
All representing one community.
Living a life of peace and harmony.
For the blood that binds us,
For the water we share. For the courage that moves us, For the deep bonds we share!
From French Sudan to Mali.
From Nyasaland to Malawi.
As Urundi turned Burundi
Like Ruanda in Rwanda
From French Somalialand in Djibouti
As Gold Coast turns Ghana
Like GrainCoast in Liberia.
We come together, reform in peace and unity!
@Madinah_Writes
12.06.2021.
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Fragrance From A Black Flower
Poetry#1 in blackpoets This collection of poems is intended to give some account of the conditions in which African oral poets produce their works, and the audiences to which they address themselves. However, even the most summary account of this topic is...
