<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544347" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Africa's Glory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AFRICA’S GLORY</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I long for Africa’s glory<br>A story that swells from earth to sky<br>A deep slow liquid beauty<br>A spell of rest, a quiet breath, a jungle born melody.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am in need of Africa’s glory<br>The magic of African gold on my fingertips<br>A diamond heart that sinks through fading colors of platinum<br>The richest continent in minerals, the poorest in human life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They came and told us we could not own our lands<br>The Muslims ordered us to give everything to Allah<br>The Christians suggested to donate our possessions to God<br>Each taking everything for themselves, leaving Africa to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world seems to ignore the origin of its wealth <br>The fretful riches, bitter tainted wonders of creation<br>The mighty rhythm, the subsequent stillness of the Sahara<br>The over quivering limbs of children waiting for death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of uranium, iron, bronze, copper and silver<br>The most precious stones floating in a moon-green pool<br>Your human treasures old and new that flow around<br>To heal the poverty of an honestly greedy mankind.<br>No center of all centers, no core of cores<br>The plain arrogance to know more than we deserve<br>Stupidity self-enclosed, growing sweet<br>In the political minds of our Darling super leaders.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Billion stars go spinning through the night<br>Blazing high towards the furthest universe<br>An endless space where thick fluids illuminate your peace<br>The omnipotent presence that will be when others are no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Africa’s story, the vast dunes of the desert hiding the silent tears<br>A rude, violent anger that spells the syllables of my name<br>The ancient rich rivers of the Nile, the wild Congo and the Zambezi<br>The ancestors of Kilimanjaro and the Drakensburg Mountains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want Africa’s glory<br>A song to fall like water on my head<br>A healing dream to raise the tired dead<br>Self pronouncing words flushed on my trembling lips like Pentecost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Masa+MbathaOpasha">Masa MbathaOpasha</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544347" data-title="Africa's Glory de Masa MbathaOpasha" data-description="AFRICA’S GLORY I long for Africa’s glory A story that swells from earth to sky A deep slow liquid beauty A spell of rest, a quiet breath, a jungle born melody. I am in need of Africa’s glory The magic of African gold on my fingertips A di..."></div> </div> </div>

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