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Lawrence Mbata Poems
My Mama Africa
In your misery, all i wished for was a passage into Africa. I heard them scream 'push', and yes, you did. You pushed me into Africa, mama. I felt your joy when you heard me yell.
I have not come to please, but to displease; I have come to prickle your souls; For men shall stand but, fall at my sight. I am myself Death, I end every existence.
My Mother's Land
My mother's land, a land of tears; where fear grips the heart, where death has chosen as it's bed and leave nothing but sorrow to bear...............
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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My Mama Africa
In your misery, all i wished for was a passage into Africa.
I heard them scream 'push', and yes, you did.
You pushed me into Africa, mama.
I felt your joy when you heard me yell.
For your soul, I shall strive;
For your milk did give me life,
and your warmth, am cold no more.
O! Mama, Mama Africa.
Even when your back, i caused much ache;
yet you had me cling so firm.
Cuddled in around your arms, i found a home;
and safe, you made me feel.
When I say I love you,
I know you love me even more.
No wonder that tender flesh is man ...