Dust Of Our Creation Poem by A B Faniki

The dust of our creation is from Africa;
The place of our creation is in Africa;
The blood beneath our skin has a rhythm.
The bond between our bones and Africa is forever.
Some people shout for queens and country,
While others shout for land and blood.
But we will trample the earth and raise its dust
As we march for the glory of Africa.
Africa produces the dust of our creation.
The dust, that makes the baobab tree lives forever
Africa produces the dust of our creation.
The dust, that produces the finest diamonds and gold.
The dust of our creation is from Africa,
That continent that is like the Garden of God: Eden