A Lost African Poem by Ezekiel Geoffrey

From africa my mama, my very old jelly hardened, when i wander beyond the borders caring if the sun burns my dark skin. When mother would roll rapper, flagging handkerchief like feathers of white peaches. And make several turns like a landing huwk and grasp the radial rythm of a coloqual music. To foreign hands my mama: breaths of the flutists of africa, vallies strolling beside mountains'africa until now where find your remains'. In vultures nests my mama; this precious beeds of africa'your egg have been scratched by foreign fingers and he fears to reveal you to these intruders' O! but i will not deny, the tender care of mama my.