The Land Called Africa

This is a poem about my homeland.

Oh Lord, I want to go back where I’m from before my hair turns grey

Every day I think of my beautiful homeland that lies far away from here

I miss the foggy mountains, the wide rivers, and the sunny fields

My heart preserves the memories of the peaceful days of long ago

And someday I’ll return to the place of my origin, the land called Africa

Author's Note

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