Poem: Ancient Africa
The heart of ancient Africa
Where wild the sea does foam
The plains the dust the thorny scrub
My soul it here does roam.
The breakers grind the ragged rocks
The shore line washed in salt
Of mountain far
Of high bright star
Of raging beast
Of insect cheeps
My soul this is its home
The drum of ancient warrior cries
Of spear the shield of hide
Of stamping feet of arms thrown high
It’s war that’s greets the long past eye.
My soul of this has known
The sun of a new day dawning
The moon of the night time done
The future star to hold my heart
The place I’ll never have to part
My soul, too this will grow
Africa is my calling
Africa is my past
Africa is my souls delight
Africa i call till last.
Amandala
Liam Feb 2019
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