Lost

Herald of joy and hope

Born an “ethiop”

Each day, bubbling like froth

The land has watered my hope

Proud I am, to be a Negro;

A descent, with enviable ethos

The land of the pyramid mysterious

The wondrous invention of Cheops

The home of the Tutankhamen tomb, lustrous

For millennia past,

The cradle of civilization vast

The home of that whose source is a mystery

The mother of rivers, the great Nile,

The source of life for millions

The land of custom, culture and norms

The base of the spirit of humanity,

How come all these are happening

Why is everything amiss?

Where is our acclaimed glory?

Where is the ancient civilization?

Where’s the spirit of humanity?

Perhaps I’m in a wrong city,

Perhaps not Africa I have come.

A young curious mind in the late teens. A writer and lover of history. Discovering the many problems of humanity and dedicated to solving them totally. PROUDLY AFRICAN, PROUDLY HUMAN!

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