Africa by Herbert Nehrlich

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Africa

Is it doomed
through pestilence
and poverty?
Is there
a God
to look
with kindness
upon
this continent?

Three million years
it took
to let the scum
of filth,
of war
and genocide
rise to
the top.

It stays afloat
through
the calamity
of gold.

Some say
that Africa
is now,
at last
to come of age.
A strong
and healthy continent
is just beyond
the far horizon,
called
Fata Morgana.

Herbert Nehrlich

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Emma Johnson (3/16/2006 1:01:00 PM)
One big affinity between us, Herbert. Please read my poem 'Africa'. Susie.

Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari (10/11/2005 9:28:00 AM)
We can hope but Africa is in the same boat as the middle east because of its natural riches.....

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Herbert Nehrlich (04 October 1943 / Germany)