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Dear Africa

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Dear Africa,
I am addressing you this letter because I am worried
Your children are dying and your resources are slowly being emptied
You are still young and beautiful but you’re being wrinkled in distress You bear the King of the Jungle yet you are standing defenseless
Against the corruption in your belly eating you up like mices
You are standing whole but everybody wants a slice

Dear Africa,
I address to you this letter out of concern
Things are running out of hand due to things I can’t discern
You exude love compassion & happiness so for me you are rich
Rich above material riches even when laid in a ditch
You have fallen & they’ve tripped you, held your chin up & they’ve kicked you
Which is why I wonder if anyone really wants to help you

Dear Africa,
I have addressed this letter to you because I care
No one should lay a finger on you let them try if they dare
All bloodshed will not stay shed it will one day revive
Your tears will soon be dry & your offspring’s will survive
You shall soon hear them laughing & holding each other’s hands
And see Rivers of peace abundantly over flowing in your lands

Dear Africa,
I wrote this letter out of love for you
You & your people are what I know to be true
I am your child Mama I do not wish to let you down You are my land Mama I will do all to reverse your frown
Dear Africa my blood flows within you instead of your oil
And I would trade mine for the blessings from your soil

Christine Yohannes

Featured Poem:

Peace

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As I was sitting with a pen between my fingers & racing thoughts
As I was getting ready to write down this world’s many plots
It occurred to me that some lived free from disturbance
When others don’t even come close to such an abundance
In places where calm, quiet & tranquility
Can only rhyme with futility, rarity & vitality
Where freedom from violence is only so Extreme
That even the thought of it makes it seem a Dream
Where Bombs going off at everyday’s ’ 9 Oclocks
Have become like the explosion of Disneylands Fireworks
Lands where negotiations aren’t made to sell sheep or cattle
But there is no other option coz they must stop the battle
And from where I sit a dispute never involved a gun
Worst case scenario you’d throw a rock and run
But they’re talking about negotiated peace through signatures of treaties
As if we didn’t have a piece of peace inside, it’s an insult to all types of deities
Some have bottled up anger in their lust for power & created its release
And they’re the same ones meeting to talk about restoring the peace
Ironic though, as if it could be stored and locked up somewhere
It is being thieved, stolen and robbed from everywhere
But a portion of it still lies within each of our hearts
So don’t tell me we want to fold our arms & not do our parts
That none of us want to tear war apart and piece peace together?
Because we owe it to the ones laying in pieces & scattered all over
Serenity now! If you’ve got ears that listen here is a piece of my mind
They say no peace for the weary but tell me who doesn’t deserve a piece of mind

I am sure you have your whole thoughts & you might want to share a piece
But do so now or forever hold your peace !

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (9)
  • Pride (6)
  • Optimism (6)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (4)
  • Inspiration (3)
  • Reflection (6)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (2)
  • Amusement (2)
  • Sorrow (3)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (3)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (1)
  • Jubilation (3)

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Biography

I love life; life loves me because it has blessed me with a gift: Poetry, my doorway to the secrets of the Universe. I never claim to express undeniable truth but my own, one I wish to share with the world. Words have power, my mission is to use these words to paint the life I wish to live as well as the world I wish to live in … and poetry is my paint brush! My vision is simple, through the words I express I want to bring change! Thank you for joining me on this journey!

Christine Yohannes

Biography

I love life; life loves me because it has blessed me with a gift: Poetry, my doorway to the secrets of the Universe. I never claim to express undeniable truth but my own, one I wish to share with the world. Words have power, my mission is to use these words to paint the life I wish to live as well as the world I wish to live in … and poetry is my paint brush! My vision is simple, through the words I express I want to bring change! Thank you for joining me on this journey!

Dear Africa

Enlarge poem

Dear Africa,
I am addressing you this letter because I am worried
Your children are dying and your resources are slowly being emptied
You are still young and beautiful but you’re being wrinkled in distress You bear the King of the Jungle yet you are standing defenseless
Against the corruption in your belly eating you up like mices
You are standing whole but everybody wants a slice

Dear Africa,
I address to you this letter out of concern
Things are running out of hand due to things I can’t discern
You exude love compassion & happiness so for me you are rich
Rich above material riches even when laid in a ditch
You have fallen & they’ve tripped you, held your chin up & they’ve kicked you
Which is why I wonder if anyone really wants to help you

Dear Africa,
I have addressed this letter to you because I care
No one should lay a finger on you let them try if they dare
All bloodshed will not stay shed it will one day revive
Your tears will soon be dry & your offspring’s will survive
You shall soon hear them laughing & holding each other’s hands
And see Rivers of peace abundantly over flowing in your lands

Dear Africa,
I wrote this letter out of love for you
You & your people are what I know to be true
I am your child Mama I do not wish to let you down You are my land Mama I will do all to reverse your frown
Dear Africa my blood flows within you instead of your oil
And I would trade mine for the blessings from your soil

Featured Poem:

Peace

Enlarge poem

As I was sitting with a pen between my fingers & racing thoughts
As I was getting ready to write down this world’s many plots
It occurred to me that some lived free from disturbance
When others don’t even come close to such an abundance
In places where calm, quiet & tranquility
Can only rhyme with futility, rarity & vitality
Where freedom from violence is only so Extreme
That even the thought of it makes it seem a Dream
Where Bombs going off at everyday’s ’ 9 Oclocks
Have become like the explosion of Disneylands Fireworks
Lands where negotiations aren’t made to sell sheep or cattle
But there is no other option coz they must stop the battle
And from where I sit a dispute never involved a gun
Worst case scenario you’d throw a rock and run
But they’re talking about negotiated peace through signatures of treaties
As if we didn’t have a piece of peace inside, it’s an insult to all types of deities
Some have bottled up anger in their lust for power & created its release
And they’re the same ones meeting to talk about restoring the peace
Ironic though, as if it could be stored and locked up somewhere
It is being thieved, stolen and robbed from everywhere
But a portion of it still lies within each of our hearts
So don’t tell me we want to fold our arms & not do our parts
That none of us want to tear war apart and piece peace together?
Because we owe it to the ones laying in pieces & scattered all over
Serenity now! If you’ve got ears that listen here is a piece of my mind
They say no peace for the weary but tell me who doesn’t deserve a piece of mind

I am sure you have your whole thoughts & you might want to share a piece
But do so now or forever hold your peace !

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (9)
  • Pride (6)
  • Optimism (6)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (4)
  • Inspiration (3)
  • Reflection (6)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (2)
  • Amusement (2)
  • Sorrow (3)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (3)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (1)
  • Jubilation (3)

Dear Africa

Enlarge poem

Dear Africa,
I am addressing you this letter because I am worried
Your children are dying and your resources are slowly being emptied
You are still young and beautiful but you’re being wrinkled in distress You bear the King of the Jungle yet you are standing defenseless
Against the corruption in your belly eating you up like mices
You are standing whole but everybody wants a slice

Dear Africa,
I address to you this letter out of concern
Things are running out of hand due to things I can’t discern
You exude love compassion & happiness so for me you are rich
Rich above material riches even when laid in a ditch
You have fallen & they’ve tripped you, held your chin up & they’ve kicked you
Which is why I wonder if anyone really wants to help you

Dear Africa,
I have addressed this letter to you because I care
No one should lay a finger on you let them try if they dare
All bloodshed will not stay shed it will one day revive
Your tears will soon be dry & your offspring’s will survive
You shall soon hear them laughing & holding each other’s hands
And see Rivers of peace abundantly over flowing in your lands

Dear Africa,
I wrote this letter out of love for you
You & your people are what I know to be true
I am your child Mama I do not wish to let you down You are my land Mama I will do all to reverse your frown
Dear Africa my blood flows within you instead of your oil
And I would trade mine for the blessings from your soil

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