White Queen Poem by Efe Benjamin

So would I, to blood once again
So would I
To my white queen
The stars have departed
From her eyes
So would I
Sail to my black land once again
To my brothers who must
root again
With black blood rejuvenating
the ecstasy of a child
Old and young, washed with the tide
No, not my queen
With star spume beaming in her eyes
With blood, black and white
In fits of rage
To where dreams lie within dreams.
It is Africa, home of plenty.
Take me to the fields
Where brothers have marched in deceit
O' Africa, your banner of love is hoised
Not again my love will I hurt
For she is gone, my white queen
And my song I sing anew
To my brother, my sister in past rue.
We have come to the field
To cultivate this field green
The field within our dreams
Africa's dream.