Oh Great Africa, Oh Mother
Hear The Cries Of Your Mother
The Pride Of Her Children
Oh Africa My Africa
My Family Of Big Bold And Black Children
Who Has Done These To My Chldren
Is This The Fruit Of Cvilisaton
If It Is My Children,throw It Back To The Whites
What Good Is A Toy When It Is Broken ?
Oh! Africa Who Assails Thee!!!
Liberia Has Just Stopped Crying From The Pang Of War
Now Sierra Leone Is Bleeding From An Internal Wound
There Are Tales Of Woes Here And There
But There Is One Grief That Is The Loudest
Amongst My Children.........aids
The Wailing Of My Children Spans
The Whole Lenght And Breath Of The Land
From Senegal To Somalia
From Cape Town To Alexandria
It Is Filled With The Wails Of My Children
Dying Of Aids
Oh! Aids Why Have You Turned
The Strongest Of Men To Weaklings
You Know No Boundary,neither Color Nor Race
You Take Parents Away From Their Children
The Children From Thier Parent
The Men From Their Women
The Women From Their Men
Oh Aids!! How Cruel Thou Are
With Your Double Edged Sword
You Slew Both The Guilty And The Innocent
You Do Not Answer To The White Mans Medicine
Only Time Can Stop Your Onslaught
Only God Can Say How Long
Oh!! Hear The Cries Of My Children
A contest entry
- Will I Lose My Dignity (Will Someone Care?) by Little Lottie.
2000 points, ended May 14, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is quite beautiful: the mix of ancient and nearly modern language, the feeling of a child watching from afar, yet close enough to hear the cries of her people. Thank you very much for this piece.
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THIS IS DEEPLY MOVING!!!!
Your beautifully touching words describe the sorrow and pain truthfully and sincerely. This poem could be the anthem to a wonderful cause, the cure of Aids.
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