Oh Africa Oh my Africa
The cradle of civilization but reduced to a frontier of barbarism by its leaders and dictators
I am Africa
Though big and large
I Produce too little
I can't feed my people
I am Africa
I Print too little
I publish few Books
People don't read much
I am Africa
In the desert of pain
My feelings are buried
I Can't speak as I please
Can't write as I wish
I Don't know press freedom
I am the Tomb of Silence
An excellent, painful reminder that things are deterioating quickly and the patient is on the way out to inhabit the tomb...haunting and very well penned.
(((HUGS))), love and continued prayer, your sister, Karla.
How I pray for a civilized world Abdi Noor! If countries who have everything can't make it, one wonders how the rest will do it!
My thoughts and prayers are with you!...Eileen
So true - the seat of civilization - still in the primitive state - being held back,possibly, by the few rich who wish to become richer,.or else politics. Whatever., However, I believe, the undercurrent of this war is about freeing all people and it is the reason JESUS came and will come again, if necessary.
Dear Brother Abdi-Noor it is so sad and hard to look back in ourstory and remember that it was here that mankind originated. My heart cries for Mother Africa and what she has become after most of the plunderers and kidnappers left. Her sons must share the blame for her current illness. Peace, love, blessings, and gratitude for being my eyes and ears on the other side of the world. Our hearts mine and Baba's are with you. Keep writing you are young one day you will be a publisher. <Mikii>
New Poetry by Abdi-Noor Haji Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Regis
My heart wrenches, hearing your heart's cry!
Our prayers are never far from you and your people...your Africa.
May the Tomb of Silence be broken, and your voice heard everywhere!
May the LORD comfort your agonizing heart, Abdi-Noor.
Blessings&love, Rhonda
An excellent, painful reminder that things are deterioating quickly and the patient is on the way out to inhabit the tomb...haunting and very well penned.
(((HUGS))), love and continued prayer, your sister, Karla.
My thoughts and prayers are with you!...Eileen