Oh Sweet Mother Africa

Before your awesome presence
Is where I stand to console you
For the pains of motherhood

They said your children
Are all poor,hungry and ignorant
They even call us beggars

But we were once rich
And we are still rich
Only that few are eating our riches

Weep not mother
Cry not Africa
Rejoice not strangers

For there is hope
For the blank land
For the sons we console their mother

About The Poet
Emone Emmanuel is a poet,storyteller,essayist,youth advocate&consultant,public speaker and president of Peakstars foundation an NGO that helps the youths to discover,develop and deploy their potentials to the service of God and humanity.
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