The Tree With Many Branches And Many Different Fruits Poem by David Beckham

Cry, and thousands we cry
A million, heckled and shackled, we cry
On this river of tears, we cry
Suppressed and oppressed we cry

The birds migrated far and wide
In search of new territories and new food
They knew there was a tree with many branches and many different fruits and longed for it

Cry, and thousands we cry
A million, heckled and shackled, we cry
On this river of tears, we cry
Suppressed and oppressed we cry

They sailed for days unending
Down the stream they rowed
And one bright beautiful morning
With the sun hanging over the horizon
They found it

Cry, and thousands we cry
A million, heckled and shackled, we cry
On this river of tears, we cry
Suppressed and oppressed we cry

There it was, as beautiful as can be
“The tree with many branches and many different fruits “
“This is black haven, this is black gold”
They were jubilant and rejoiced
And sang into the night

Cry, and thousands we cry
A million, heckled and shackled, we cry
On this river of tears, we cry
Suppressed and oppressed we cry

Slowly they shook tail feathers as they descended
It was murky grounds and murky waters
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
They had the long and sharp beaks to hunt the tree
“What might the tree do that we can’t fend off? ”
Cold feet has no rhythm, neither does a cold heart
“Let’s go get those fruits”

Cry, and thousands we cry
A million, heckled and shackled, we cry
On this river of tears, we cry
Suppressed and oppressed we cry

The tree in mournful mode
Blaring its trunk out in mournful cry
To cries of despair, to cries of degradation
“Brace yourself the enemy is here! ”
Sing as it did
Cry as it did
The sap flowed ceaselessly
From all the cracks and all the wounds
Not a branch spared from the vicious attack
The many branches of many different fruits
One by one, its fruits got taken away from it
Its leaves plucked away fearlessly
Till the tree was almost bare and could not fend for itself

Cry, and thousands we cry
A million, heckled and shackled, we cry
On this river of tears, we cry
Suppressed and oppressed we cry

Giant Africa, tree of many branches and many different fruits
Africa, in joyful praise
Calling on the world to shelter it
With its tress and branches pruned thin
And its leaves so long gone with the wind
So that now it’s prone to repeated hunger and disease
Heed you this notice
A new Africa is in the horizon
The new melting pot
It will be:
The new Europe, with new trains
The New Russia with new gas
The new America with new leadership
Someday again, the birds will return
And all your beautiful branches and beautiful fruits will return
And all are welcome
The world will come under the new African umbrella
And take shade under the tree
Good, better, best, my African story

Yes! that day