Africa plata, mother Africa was cultured.
Blessed with the eyelashes grown as grasses.
covered with grace,when the race of freedom
was not pronounced in the kingdom.
Elders still spoke in wisdom,
As villagers stand in three's
below the motherland big tree
listening to knowledge that was free.
Applied with beauty without makeup,
was an euphoria lady who stand-up
with the grin, she smiles,
Lip's containing a one mile.
her body hips,looks like a hill.
surrounded by her fellow Juvenile,
you can see the happiness shell.
Africa had no weakness sill.
with the sound of the shot's, Africa changed to screams.
The ‘AFRAIDS’ shun with belongs to the stream,
remaining courageous men brought back the killing spear team.
They fought semibreve and extremes,
until the battle became a see-saw.
The spears and bullets Adonis eyelashes
turned into dust ashes.
silver and gold were the witches.
The innocence cried with wishes,
palliative for obligation to the negotiators.
southern parts continued with freedom debators,
as Mandela inspired all to do the dishes.
The motherland was drowned with raining blood.
beautiful forest and grassland turned into deserts without flood.
Immediately when the euphoria lady was killed.
Her last breath came out with three strange words.
LET.......... LOVE......LEAD...
The spears and bullets were strike with sorrows
palpable her good morals
and prayed for a new tomorrow.
Euphoria lady spirit rose above,
sardonically as a Dove.
The world put a bloc of love
for her in memoriam.
But the trace's of her story
still remains the misery HISTORY.
©seleyie
S