Oh Were is My Africa
I dream the dream of dreams
Oh were is my Africa
Of noble past and ebony rule
Of golden sunsets and
Cluster night skies of bright stars
Of sculptured warriors
Dancing to the drums of night
Of sisters in garments of bright
Multicolor cloth
Singing songs to Shango
I dream the dream of dreams
Oh were is my Africa
Of the circle of the elders
Noble in stature
And reaping of wisdom
Sitting in harmony
With the ancestors
To provide guidance to the people
I dream the dream of dreams
Oh were is my Africa
Of afros, Swahili and dashikis
And greetings of my brother, my sister
Of jazz and blues, and afro rhythms
Of peace and harmony
Of pursuit of knowledge and truth
Of compassion and love
I dream the dream
I dream the dream of dreams
That my Africa
is nowhere but in my dreams
’
poem by Alfonso Siverls
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