Tears Of The Sun Poem by Friday, Happy Oyamenda

What eternal emptiness
Dances on the stage of time?
This shadow
Hanging over the one
Whose emerging breast
I gracefully kissed
Oh dearest Africa!

For you
The flapping fan of war
Lay on my forehead
Sorrow occupy my eyes
Driving out tears

These chameleon faces
Tear me to tears
All for Mother Earth’s relativity
Quest to subdue
The fire wood of this world

Oh the herb of forgiveness
Listen to the deep pause of Africa
Listen to her forgotten villages

Be not amazed oh Mother Earth
Over this riddle of existence
Be not amazed over Africa
Alas!
Life everlasting
Shall again spring
From her seed