My Land Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

coming ashore the smiling sun from the Carmel
bowel.
to tint the ears of the virgins for the birth of our king.
Gold, Frankincense and myrrh were brought to
adore my king.
From the birth of the world hath your glory set
before us my Africa
The salvage of the father of faith and our king.
Not as a wonder that I have a dream was declared.
Like the esias prophecy of our lord
Yet our eyes and hearts are blank to behold this.
That the wise men had come and gone but left us,
with their merchants In celebration and praise do
we adore them.
But set the celebration of our giants to the grave.
I hail you the breath of the world
Your unlimited strength cannot be compare.
Your bosom lay the pyramid and ancient olumo.
You're the breath of the holy land.
Without much ado I know that Africa will surely rise.