Long Way Home
‘Cradle to
life ain’t cradle of death’,
Dawn of ’94,
mum’ great expectation;
Of a free
black, moment in time,
The sprout
of a new African dream;
Branches with
leaf’ green life sustained.
My sojourn
my Damascus.
Had I the
betting of a stormy sea?
Should have known;
mums undoing.
Mama Africa
your children hurt.
Return peace
to this troubled land;
We suckled
in the greatness of your breast,
In hope of a
great African dream;
Alas! We still
long,
Longing of
thou great continent.
#we are one.(praying for a united Africa)
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