Africa: Crammed with the dying lore

I KNOW A WORLD

I know a world,

A wondrous world,

Sweet home of haunting songs

And rolling drums,

‘Tis  Africa.

I know a world,

A trampled world,

Partitioned and pawned

In centuries of greed

And still undone,

‘Tis Africa

I know a world,

A whispering world,

Crammed with the dying lore

Of ancient days,

‘Tis Africa

A waking world,

Arising now, and fresh

From age-long slumber,

Strong after rest,

‘Tis Africa.

                                                                                                            DEI ANANG