My Beautiful Africa Poem by Paris Thulare

I was born endless miles from the town
Where tales are told about the king in his crown
Where plates are treated same glass
So fragile respect is of the erything
So beautiful My land is stunning

I speak in languages of types
Pepperd with traditions
And dishes of all kinds
African made withthe greatest taste
African grilled with inspiringtales

Where I come from mountains sing the sweetest
Rivers play the romance
The Baobabs are cutiest
It is the land of its own kind

My Africa, my quest
I come far away from the mountains of Drankesnberg
They Roar with beauty.
Near Lies the tunnel of Straitjdom Lepelle flows peacefully
Full of acquatics living blissfully

The words it sings
speak for the trees
It breezes the fume of sighs
With a flavor of purple ice
Down to Mapunghubjwe I rise

My Africa, my best
The history of the greatest is unleashed
It calls upon the genius to come and aphrend
It calls upon the future to come and learn

My Africa, my pride
I haven't done yet
Get something to write
Still I 'm here to rhyme.

Talk about the bothers of Kruger
Worldwide are known
Worldwide they are shown

The falls of Victoria
The Valleys of Zambezi
The desert of Kalahari
Lobola or mahadi
This is my Africa

See the cars in colors pouring
See nations in rainbows queuing
To see only the biggest
To witness the wrestlemania of the nature
Ohh! what a wonderful adventure

My Africa is my biome
The land of dreams and hopes
All thanks to the almighty for suchsmashing home
I'm so proud to be an African
I'm so down with my heritage