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Mar 11, 2014
MOTHERLAND
by Simeon Nkola Matamba ( Follow on Twitter )
In the center of Africa is a land
Made of rivers, valleys, forest and sand
Full of minerals and full of riches
A place of rest and refuge for the troubled
A haven of rest, heart of a desired continent
Whose beauty and glory reminds of paradise
To the land desolate and away from people's sight
Came the first humans in the great adventure
How amazed they were to discover beauty of a jewel
That would attract the attention of many more
As the course of time carried on the race
From the North they came, not to contemplate the beauty of motherland
They came with lust and greediness to devastate and destroy
As mother was defenceless, her children were not strong enough
To make sure her beauty remains spotless
In the perfection her Creator bestowed upon her
Years of blood and years of shame
Oppression, humiliation and human's violence
Mother was stabbed in the heart, her precious children fell victims with bowed heads
As the world watched her blood run
Till the streams became like a river of death
In which martyrs of the independence drowned
With wolves around quenching their thirst
But in fact mother was in travail, having severe birth pains
About to bring forth a child
A child that finally stood strong and firm
Defying brutality and dominion of predators
Who looked confused without understanding
The driving force of their will
To be free from boundage and contemplate the beauty of mother
What a blast and what a thunder
In the ears and minds of oppressors
They were struck by a lightining
That blinded their colonial ambitions
Because the child was resolved to fight and bring mother to glory
To make her a paradise
In which future children would come
To enjoy the blessings of the land
And to kiss her with love of sons and daughters
Mother to whom we remain true, whose dress(flag) we honor
Mother that brought us into the world
And that opened the door of the worlds to us
Mother we will always love. Mother still young
Mother regenerating herself
Mother still flourishing with greatness
DRC our Motherland.
I am Simeon Nkola Matamba, I have a great interest in writing as well as sharing views, thoughts and insights. I am a follower of Jesus Christ and a student. @Simeon_5 on Twitter
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Wonderful poem!
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