Itsoghole O Solomon Poems

I speak native tongue
From the lees heart of
The keg and palm tree
In the kukuruku forest
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As tiny as a mustard seed
That none could foresee or
Imagine its measure of proceed
In a field that seems as poor.
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See her like the morning spring of spray
Douse the shriveled greens with dew
And from her heavenly boudoir ray
The drooped flora to brim life anew
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O beautiful woman, Africa,
Admirable woman of the tropic,
O lustre of the earth bathed with sunlight,
Today and ever
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