Mama Africa
A supper star burns from the least
It quakes venerable hope for the haste,
beckoning the best greenage storey
In the deemed mama Africa unfold stories
that bake excellent bread till gay
It slides pretty well to fill the days
'just forget about what you are
take my words for it uh! Uh! '
That laughter dwells within mama
That clear smile smells foktales
Its fore going size stamps foretells,
Tickling souls all over beauty
Mama Africa, apromise on the dock
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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