MOTHER AFRICA

Oh mother Africa
The land of my birth
God's own nation
Though shrouded in corruption
Is a land of peace and tranquility
Only that the few powerful want to monopolize it
I remember long ago
When the earth was a formless void
And everything was natural
Love and hatred inclusive
Principle was cherished and guarded as go
Character was portrayed  in the attitude of men
A time when action spoke zillion words
Words left unspoken by action hitherto
So blissful and halcyon was it
Her thought fills me with nostalgia
Her memory a tale to tell
The moon shone smilingly
Telling us fables
While we sat with her over-head
Under the stippling of the mango tree
Our parents 'd go to bed
Leaving us  and the younger ones to relish the sweetest gift of nature
I remember carrying little Nonso on my laps
on one of the numerous occasions 
While we attentively listened to tales by moonlight
I will not forget the day we fell into a peaceful slumber
While listening to the tales by moonlight
Only to wake up at dawnwww.thearenamag.blogspot.com
The creator was the sinew
The weather was the quintessential hard summer
Africa the provenance of undiluted truth

                                                                                                   Onyimadu .Amara Henry
                                                                                                              NAME
                                                                                                        Henry O'Spruced
                                                                                                           ( PEN NAME)