To The African Poem by Samuel Obono Jr

To The African



Mould the world
but leave it rough
shape the world
but trim not the edges
you are
the motif
you are
the potter's hand
you are
the clay
by you
the vase is beautified
Eledumare
left His tools
in your hands

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