Within a native hut,ere stirred the dawn,
Unto the pure one was an infant born,
Wrapped in blue lappah that his mother dyed,
Laid on his father's home-tanned deerskin hide,
The babe still slept, by all things glorified.
Spirits of black bards burst their bonds and sang
'peace upon earth 'until the heavens rang.
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West Africa Poems
PoetryThese books consist of famous western poems, I mean famous West Africa poems. It good for but students and poems lovers
