Africa, My Queen Poem by Frantic Bird

Africa, My Queen

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My blood is green and brown
From the hills and rivers
That flow through my heart
The African garden we call home
I cry about the day I first gazed
Upon the African sun
Yellow and warm to my bones

For them it’s a tent
A temporary dwelling
While they suck the land dry
And leave it barren
For us it is home
The Eden we inherited from HIM

Africa is our mother
Tearing to be loved by her children
Those who have raped and plundered her
Must bleed to the soil in recompense
If you have dropped a tear for these valleys
Then this is yours too

If you do not care about the kids who die daily
Or the leaders who kill them
Then you are a stranger in a foreign land
The horns have been blown
The revolution must begin
In our minds and in our hearts
This is Africa

Monday, March 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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