Mama Afrika
You have no surrogate and pure you borne
Souls of gold and spirits
of fire, alien dreams too
Oh hast thou your dark unseen magic & your miraculous
blackness
Mummified immortaly on your legendary soil
The lands of the underground undiscovered gods and goddesses
The sons and daughters
Lwanda magere , Nelson Mandela , Ellen Johnson Sirleaf
and all the vicious lions and lionesses
the fat cabs and lonely strange owlets in your savannah and forests
...Oh Afrika
...
...oh Afrika...
Your melody resonates sweetly into the souls ear
just as the queer voices
from your frightening bushes
your love squeezes
the heart with the wild enthusiasm of your fearful jungle
as sweet tears roll down to the stomach with the chilliness
of western winter
am enraptured by the wisdom buried in your dark soils and scribbled on your temples
and the awakening inspiration on our ancestors cave walls
The black hole mystery you posses
You make me fall in love with cosmology
Each second I can feel
you ragingly recuperate
tearing through our
scientifically poisoned veins
and brainwashed craniums
Afrika you are a dark star , one of its kind
as the sparks shine inside from the winds outside
and eternally burn with
such divine spirituality
oh what it is to be a black soul
in a peaceful wild wise jungle
Mama Afrika you are our motherland
we are the men without back slapping coats but on a sedulous
mission
meandering to the vision holding steady the keys to heaven and all its unbound pleasures
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