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God is African
God is African
God is African:
Dwells on Kilimanjaro
Bathes at River Nile.
Children of the sun!
Children of the fertile soil!
Blessed are we with oil.
Lusaka, Zambia
Ghana, Nigeria, Togo
We are good to go.
Kenya, Tchad, Mali
We are Liberia,
We are Freetown with free men.
We Speak Yoruba
We speak isiZulu too
Don't take us for fools.
We wear our own pride
We wear our identity
Like a new-wed bride.
Style / type:
Structured: Eastern
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Not Explicit Content
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Comments
Geezer
Mon, 2020-07-06 08:14
I get...
your premise and agree that God is African and every country. You have gathered most of the tribes and put them all together in the great continent of African. Probably, the birthplace of all mankind and likely the site of the Garden of Eden. I know that is not what you intended, but there it is. Nice job, in making people think. ~ Geezer.
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Gracy
Mon, 2020-07-06 16:08
Wonderful poem, St. Anthony.
Wonderful poem, St. Anthony. You've got all your people included in this challenging piece. The content is clear and I like the title. The Garden of Eden is supposed to have been between the Euphrates and the Tigris, although there are other opinions.
Do you live in Africa? In what region? It's shameful all the fascists around the world nowadays, you're right to express your feelings about these horrid people, always egged on by authoritarian governments. Humankind never learns. Collectively, I mean. Plenty of democrats around, but they seldom get into power.
Glad you shared your poem, keep safe, Gracy
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