MY PLEA
MY PLEA
Like one but such as one very unkind ,
Lured the pleasurable world in dismay.
Loudly her voice heard from afar,
But like infants we shudder to ignore.
And like one as such , not loving but approaching.
At dusk , that unusual one ,
Calmly befall the wet lands
Turning families into groups
The fear of her plaque ,
Almost dividing the globe !
How saddly our end ?
How fearful of her plaque ?
Who accepts the blame ?
The Blacks or the Whites ?
The confusion in our minds attests !
The cure oh for the plaque ,
The blacks trusts the Sky,
The whites chose their Science ,
But who wins the race ?
The Blacks ,Our nature , Our herbs forever binds !
Yes ! yet Our thought , tied to them.
No change , everyone , anyone , falls a victim.
Book , book , book their flirting deception greatly honored.
But Africa , the cure , oh for the plaque lies closely here !
But my plea , oh Africa ,
Let begin to heal Our wounds ,
Yet Our ugly scars , forever binds !
It is the remembrance of our ignorance,
"Yet such ignorance have made the Whites nourish".
I can do , You can do , We can do ,
Oh my humble plea mother Africa .
AUTHOR: APPIAH-KUBI EMMANUEL
LITERATURE-IN-ENGLISH STUDENT OF ENCHI COLLEGE OF EDUCATION.
Like one but such as one very unkind ,
Lured the pleasurable world in dismay.
Loudly her voice heard from afar,
But like infants we shudder to ignore.
And like one as such , not loving but approaching.
At dusk , that unusual one ,
Calmly befall the wet lands
Turning families into groups
The fear of her plaque ,
Almost dividing the globe !
How saddly our end ?
How fearful of her plaque ?
Who accepts the blame ?
The Blacks or the Whites ?
The confusion in our minds attests !
The cure oh for the plaque ,
The blacks trusts the Sky,
The whites chose their Science ,
But who wins the race ?
The Blacks ,Our nature , Our herbs forever binds !
Yes ! yet Our thought , tied to them.
No change , everyone , anyone , falls a victim.
Book , book , book their flirting deception greatly honored.
But Africa , the cure , oh for the plaque lies closely here !
But my plea , oh Africa ,
Let begin to heal Our wounds ,
Yet Our ugly scars , forever binds !
It is the remembrance of our ignorance,
"Yet such ignorance have made the Whites nourish".
I can do , You can do , We can do ,
Oh my humble plea mother Africa .
AUTHOR: APPIAH-KUBI EMMANUEL
LITERATURE-IN-ENGLISH STUDENT OF ENCHI COLLEGE OF EDUCATION.
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