Africa's Ride
Need not say much
For the eye sees
Why not percieve?
Behold Africa
As it rises
Old guards we honour
But new has come
Purely new
Now see as we erase
The memories of old
Scrap every form of hate
Build on what was our foundation
Love, peace and justice
Forgiveness we consinder
Bitterness only errodes
Behold africa rising
Flying on a winged horse
You have not seen this
Butterflies've gotta give way
We're not gonna crawl like snakes
On eagles wings we rise
To where the sun lights first
This ain't pride
A new generation
Ambatious and strong
Cannot be stopped
What wall stops the winds
You may stop the watters
We move like the wind
You may corrupt us with flames
We'll eject you out of or systems
But Africa will rise
This aint just hope
It evidently is real
Oh, yeah!
I pride in Africa's
Humble start
Great is the finish
Whether in shoes or sandles
Whether on bear foot or in boots
We'll race to win
Africa's rising
Like a morning star
poem by charles K wanjohi
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The Pride To Be An African
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of which everybody imitates
My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek
My Africa of which everyone is jealous of
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of enormous natural endowment
My Africa of Non-Violence
My Africa of Amorous populates
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of patriot men and women
My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality
My Africa of great ancestral mythology
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds
My Africa which is a gift to the whole world
My Africa of great leadership
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of learned youths
My Africa of a bright generation
My Africa true tradition
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of black pageant women
My Africa of strong men
My Africa from who we all hail from
For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in
Existence.
poem by Fasan paul
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Nigeria
Now, Ben is from Nigeria
Where the leaders have
Too much naira,
They sit at the top
And forget the people
In their thought,
At end of their term
We stand in queues to
Vote them into power
But they always
End up abusing that power.
Now, every young man
Want to run away
Run away to a far away place
Any far away place called America
They never sees the beauty
That lies beneath the soil of Africa.
And I too want to run away
But on my second thought,
I Wondered in my mind;
If we all run,
Who will stay behind and
Build our beloved Africa
Why don't we,
Sons and daughters
Of Africa, of our beloved Nigeria
Stay behind and build together
our beloved home land.
And liberate our land from
Every form of oppression,
Of curruption,
Why not join hands and
Liberate our beloved country
From the cold hands of
Poverty, and diseases
Together we can achieve
All we can hope to achieve.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Africa and Africa’s
Have seen little of history unfold
I know that one thing will always be
Africa will be,
But what is Africa’s may never be
White man came
Green lands began to dry
So did rivers and streams
Even oceans and seas
Whatever the white man sees
Seems to vanish from Africa
Like dews do in his singeing summers
When he sees peace… there! Gone
The white man said he’d in Africa invested
In actual sense he had Africa infested
Looting without shame
Claiming England is Object; Africa its subject
There was gold, grandpa says
We fight over our own
Lacerate throats and disembowel ours
Man in white fuels it dressed in black
We choose our way
Dos, don’ts, and embargoes stay
When we invent, they endear us
Purporting supervision, yet looting
What is Africa’s one day will be
And shall remain African and Africa’s
What should unite Africa is Africa’s
It will never split Africa into Africas
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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Stupid Lover
Your presence
Makes me stupid
Hoping you
Turn a sight again
Do you not satisfy
Hurt me once?
Your smile
Makes me stupid
Dreaming you
Love me too
Forever
And never separated
Is it not good enough
I try to hate
Is it not good enough
I erase you
From the heart
From my memories
Is it not enough
You disappear from me
Is it not enough
You torn me
With love
With your smile
Your tears
Makes me stupid
Hoping me
Erase your pain
Far away
Bring back the sun
Is it not good enough
I try to hate
Is it not good enough
I erase you
From the heart
From my memories
Is it not enough
You disappear from me
Is it not enough
You break me
With love
With your smile
Without you
I'll be alone
Without your love
I'll be empty
But I know for sure
Better be like this
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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If Alone Memories Are Erasable !
IF ALONE MEMORIES ARE ERASABLE!
&
IS TOTAL ERASURE POSSIBLE?
WHEN THE BODY IS INCINERATED
THE ASH REMAINS-
HOW THEN TO ERADICATE THE ASH?
INCIDENTS DIE
BUT THE MEMORIES STICK ON-
HOW THEN TO ERASE THE MEMORIES?
&
WHEN GOOD THINGS WANE
AS THE FOOTPRINTS OF THE BREEZE
THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT THOUGHTS
AS CHISELLED PRINTS ON ROCK
REMAIN INDELIBLE IN THE RECESSES OF MEMORY-
IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT
AND DEEP IN THE NEST OF THE IRIS
MEMORIES GLOW IN RED HOT FLAMES-
HOW THEN TO ERASE MEMORIES?
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S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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I Am An African
I am an African
I was born in Africa
Suckled mother Africa breast
I am beauty Africa
I stand under blue skies
Over drastic mountains
To behold vibrant countries
And feel at home
I bow down to salute heroes
Died on struggle
Striving Africa liberation
Development and capacity
Hail Africa
You are our mother
Feeding us with prosperity
Anointing us with acceptance
Africa is my mother
She will never fade
Gloom or cease
I am an African
poem by Poppie Mira
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Oh Africa my Africa
Oh Africa my Africa land of diamonds. Oh africa my Africa land of great kings Shaka, Haile Silasi, mandela to name a few. Oh mother Africa my Africa rich in gold.oh Africa my africa full of beautful women. Yes africa my africa land of real nature.
poem by George mwandu
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Erase 'em All
Building the walls around it
Created self with nothing much
Without a cost to find it
Feeling avoid and losing touch
The borrowed taste his novelty
Could be a product of another's humility
Don't worry your loss wil be his gain
He wouldn't hesitate to turn his back on you
And it might be true
Erase 'em all - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall befoer you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all
The warning's out it's gonna come to an end and I
Hate to see him label me as a friend tonight
Never question my intentions without the right
Showing me another way to turn his back on you
And it might be you
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all, Erase 'em all, Erase 'am all,
Erase 'em all
Erase 'em all, Erase 'em all, Erase 'am all,
Erase 'em all
You wanna stay you'd better run
When I catch up you better have a gun
I'm so wound up from playin' dumb
This time it's real and real isn't fun
You never saw this side before
Don't test the water for what's in store
I drew the line and I learned a rule
What's good for me isn't good for you
Erase 'em all
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all
song performed by by 1208
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Don’t Cry For Me Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because I will never let you out of my mind
I hear your voices people of Africa
I hear your cries people of Africa
I see pain in your eyes people of Africa
It is hard to describe what you people of Africa are going through
Poverty strikes you all people of Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because I will keep you in my prayers people of Africa
Power to the people of Africa
People of Africa lift your spirit higher
Lord is the light and truth people of Africa
The Lord sends you a message from his heart to you people of Africa
He said because I love you
I will answer your prayers
I hear your prayers
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because you have a friend that is the Lord
People of Africa continue doing the Lords work
Make a wish people of Africa
The people of Africa are looking at the Lord face to face
Lord here is no paradise
We dream a little dream said the people of Africa to the Lord
The People of Africa Pray that the Lord will give each other strength every day
Don’t cry for me Africa
Save the people of Africa
Strengthened the people of Africa each day
Because I’ll be there in your dreams people of Africa
The people of Africa tells The Lord how much they love him
Don’t cry for me Africa
Lord comes when you are ready people of Africa
Feelings you have for your Lord People of Africa
And I know you will never let it die
Nothing but flowers the people of Africa will plant in the sea shore for the Lord
Don’t cry for me Africa
The people of Africa needs hope to heal there land
The Lord rose up on you people of Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
My heart will go on
Once I close this door of the ship I will sail across the Atlantic Sea
poem by Aldo Kraas
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She Hate Me
She Hate Me
She Hate Me
She left me to be ruined
She Hate Me
She saw me in full bloom
She Hate Me
She sees I'm more powerful than ever
She Hate Me
She loathes that I'm successful at every venture
She Hate Me
She withers, she screwed it up, it makes her sick
She Hate Me
She goes back to what she knows, getting on that stick
She Hate Me
She hears my name, film, radio and TV
She Hate Me
She is ghastly, blanched, as she wails 'IT COULD HAVE BEEN ME! ! ! '
She Hate Me
She knows he will always be the best she ever had
She Hate Me
She grasps that he treated her like a Queen which is mad
She Hate Me
She is dead without a soul, replete without hope
She Hate Me
She knows he's gone forever, yes she will never cope
It's The Africa In Me
It’s the Africa in me
that loves the forest in which I wake,
that sees and hears its fauna and flora and revels in their names.
It’s the Africa in me
that you hear in my spirited conversation,
that shakes my shoulders as I sob my sorrows
or laugh my insides, inside-out.
It’s the Africa in me
that keeps me reading poetry deep into the night
and causes me to stroke the sinuous muscles of my striped, domestic cat
and kiss the muzzle of my gently nickering horse.
It’s the Africa in me
that has taught me how to love
and patches up the fragments of my soul after each disaster
and renews my zeal and increases my understanding
in preparation for the next onslaught.
It’s the Africa in me
that has carried me
from my first baby breath
and will support me to my very last.
I am truly a child born of Africa.
(August 1999)
poem by Diana van den Berg
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Where Africa is
Africa my land,
Africa my heart,
Africa my eternal,
Africa my inspiration;
Where are you?
Somebody has asked me
And let me tell him
Where you are.
You are between Pacific and Indian
Simple oceans made of fishers
More than that you are
In the centre of my spirit.
Africa is in me,
I am where Africa is.
poem by St Antoine de la Vuadi
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I Hate That. I Hate How.
I hate that I can't sleep at night because of you.
I hate that I can't forget memories of you no matter what I do.
I hate how I look for you, and your no where to be found, your never around.
I hate how when I listen to love songs, your all I see.
I hate how I can still feel your hand In mine.
I hate how I remember looking In your eyes.
I hate how I can't get over you, and move on alone.
I hate how I still have your number programmed In my phone.
I hate that I can't take pictures of us off my wall.
I hate that you're not by my side anymore.
I hate how this Is all so true.
But most of all,
I hate that with out me, your doing just fine.
poem by Brandi kennan
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The Black Continent
Africa, Africa, Africa!
The Black Continent full of raw materials and talented people;
For the Blackman is capable of managing his own affairs.
Beautiful South Africa,
Beautiful North Africa,
Beautiful East Africa,
Beautiful West Africa,
And beautiful Central Africa! !
This Black Continent is full of natural resources.
Visit Africa to understand our ways,
For we have more to the world!
And like the muse of the animals in the forest,
But The Black Continent means a lot to all of us on this earth:
Africa, Africa, Africa! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I see Africa
When i stand afar i see
nearer than ever
When i echo my fear
makes them bold
My race make me
speak in subdue, yet
i am proud to call
Africa my Africa
Eventhrough untied state
of Africa refuse to see
nearer than ever,
i still believe Africa is my
Africa no-matter what.
Oh great Marcus Garvey
my Africa brother, surely
Africa will remain Africa till the world dying days.
poem by Senator alufalism
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I Hate...
I hate that I still think of you
And that I want you around.
I hate all the memories
Because you kept my feet on the ground.
I hate the fact that you’re happy.
Even without me in your life.
I hate that you’re always on my mind
And every day seems to be strife.
I hate that you’ve moved on
And I’m just a faded memory.
I hate that she’s the one beside you
And even more that it’s not me.
I hate that even in my anger
I can’t and still don’t hate you the way I’d like.
I hate this feeling I have
It feels like I’ve been stabbed with a spike
I hate that my heart aches
And I can’t get it to go away
I hate that you’re gone forever
And in my heart again you will never stay.
poem by Simply Here
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Africa's pain is my pain
Africa dear Africa
Your children are lonely and depressed
Africa dear Africa
Your children are at war with each other
Africa dear Africa
Your children are killing each other
Africa dear Africa
Your children are starving
Africa dear Africa
Your essence is pure but you are suffering
Africa dear Africa
your pain is my pain
So i sit here crying.
poem by Ayanle Isak
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Hate
You build me up and then you break me down and build me again
Emotions weaken
My blood is filled with lust knowing someone is wanting to kill me
We all go someday
I get so much more from this than you do (than you do)
I get so much more from this than you (than you)
Haaaate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your...
Come on get up!
Come on get up!
Come on get up!
There must be someway I can better my health to save me
From all the bad things that feel so good
You must be joking, you dont even know a thing about it
It's what you understood
I get so much more from this than you do (than you do)
I get so much more from this than you (than you)
Haaaate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your...
Come on get up!
Come on get up!
Come on get up!
I get so much more from this than you do (than you do)
I get so much more from this than you (than you)
Haaaate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your...
song performed by by Zug Izland
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African Skies
You say youre surprised
I thought Id write today
Pieces of my life
That time cant fade away
Land lies dry - africa
And the clouds roll by - africa
I held you every night
I believed in all youd say
Now the dust blows in my eyes
But those dreams wont fade away
The sky burns red - africa
Dont you cry - africa
Africa
When you cry it rains - africa
Still the children smile - africa
When you cry it rains - africa
When the wild dogs howl - africa
Still the clouds roll by - africa
Written by : kerr/burchill reproduced without permission
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A Scar Called Rape
I hate Him
I hate what He did
I hate what He wants
I hate all my scars
I hate all the memories
I hate everything about Him
I HATE HIM
He took my life
He changed who i was
He gave me a scar
and took my voice
Rape
Hate Him
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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