Treasure Island

Senator alufalism

(Warri delta state, Nigeria)

I see Africa


When i stand afar i see
nearer than ever
When i echo my fear
makes them bold
My race make me
speak in subdue, yet
i am proud to call
Africa my Africa
Eventhrough untied state
of Africa refuse to see
nearer than ever,
i still believe Africa is my
Africa no-matter what.
Oh great Marcus Garvey
my Africa brother, surely
Africa will remain Africa till the world dying days.

Submitted: Saturday, November 05, 2011

Do you like this poem?
2 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (I see Africa by Senator alufalism )

Enter the verification code :

  • Ramesh Rai (11/21/2011 12:07:00 AM)

    Africa will remain Africa till the world dying days. very nice. Africa is the continent from where Mahatma Gandhi started his struggle to free India. well done. (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. No Use Sighin', Edgar Albert Guest
  2. The Way It Sometimes Is, Henry Splawn Taylor
  3. The Furnace Door, Edgar Albert Guest
  4. When Mother Made An Angel Cake, Edgar Albert Guest
  5. Sunday In Liguria, Radclyffe Hall
  6. Money, Edgar Albert Guest
  7. Ironic Love, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  8. The Man I'm For, Edgar Albert Guest
  9. Independence Day, Edgar Albert Guest
  10. A Crosstown Breeze, Henry Splawn Taylor

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]