I KNOW A WORLD
I know a world,
A wondrous world,
Sweet home of haunting songs
And rolling drums,
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
Africa: Crammed with the dying lore
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love poems they inspire me a lot, I am the best in class
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful memories of times past. It was in our Montgomery new English course. I have not forgotten that nostalgic name "Dei Anang"
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