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Strictly African ( 195 Views)
written by : s208044643@nmmu.ac.za
I hear drums beating,
Echoeing an African pulse,
Loud voices of dead souls,
I see pale shadows of forgoten spirits,
I feel the presence of my roots.
I am this bold black tree,
That stands still to remind of,
The then and the now,
Yet others might be starteled,
To see history in existance.
I alter not with passing times
Not even threatned by morden theories
For when I dance to their tunes,
sing their praise, yell their names,
They enter in my vains,
Run in my blood and for a moment,
I become them, yes in me,
Those dead people live.
I reflect grown men and women
I'm the fruit of resting seeds,
I'm the link between,
the dead and the living,
I am the pride of AFRICA AFRICA AFRICA!
Poem Rating - 5/10
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The poem promotes the state africans, and the state of being. To all people out there, love yourselves. writen by s208045801@nmmu.ac.za
you are truly an African writen by eyewitness
