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WATERS OF ORIGIN (by Socrates Mbamalu)


Once . . .
My eyes saw what they refused to believe.

I waited like the long travelled Saharan camel
Thirsty and thirsting. . .
I longed and panted like the deer
For waters of clean origin

Once. . .
My eyes saw what they refused to believe

The human sacrifice to the gods,
The sacrifice of an osu
Blood must be spilt!
The land must drink

Once . . .
My eyes saw what they refused to believe

The dotted leopard playing with a lamb
The spotted cheetah eating grass
Africa must remain Africa
The birth of all mankind

Once . .
My eyes saw what they refused to believe

The sugar coated skin of my queen
Beautiful as the palm tree
She I saw
And my eyes refused to believe

(Socrates is a young and very gifted poet. More of his poems would appear here.)

Comments

  1. blackboyreview23 June 2013 at 10:01

    Thank You, Socrates Mbamala.

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  2. This poem is one of the best I have read in a while.

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  3. A true African Poem! Beautifully penned!

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