Oh SWeet Mother Africa

They call you poor,beggars,&underdeveloped but you are strong&black

Before your awesome presence. Is where I stand. To console you. For your mocked sons.

They said your children.
Are All poor,hungry and ignorant.
They even call us beggars.
They call us never do wells.

But we were once rich.
But we are still rich.
But few are eating the riches.

Weep not mother.
Cry not Africa
Rejoice not strangers.

For there is hope.
For there is faith.
For the sons will console their mother.

Reviews

[Shirlena]

This i beautiful writing Emone (beautiful name too). Maybe one day I will have the privilege of visiting African. I have a dear friend from there whom I love and will never forget. This poem reminds me of him,,,all poems of Africa do.

[Sami Khalil]

You love for her is vivid and your message of inspiration is loud and clear...Bravo..........

[generic twat]

Beautiful, really. A lot of passion shown