RENAISSANCE CHIDOZIE - Africa My Home

Africa my home, 'oh, black my dear skin <br /> Gloom you possess not, nor diabolic, <br />It just that our sense is a systemic <br /> Disease, which destroys and leads us to sin. <br /> <br />Revenge not! For our fault is dark as stain, <br /> Which others refers as epidemic <br />Rather spare us the colour of panic <br /> And let not your meta-handworks waste in vain. <br /> <br />Run-away seeds are they, those weak blind bats <br /> Who seeks only but lust and gold for pleasure, <br />For they shall return like an escape goats, <br /> When triumph give them a sense of closure. <br /> <br />Mother grant us the access to good path <br /> And the strength to express ourselves on earth.<br /><br />RENAISSANCE CHIDOZIE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/africa-my-home-2/