I still recall the childhood plays in some African days
Where de sun play with the children
Moon sings with us at night
Tales at the door of moonlight
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A great start with a nice poem, Julius. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks
Moon sings with us at night Tales at the door of moonlight Different songs I hear now I still call the world's ears Let not my African child cry.. Wars, atrocities, cruelty lack of freedom, exploitation Allow not my african child to cry. A very emotional but factual poem revealing so much about the african situation. Love your determination, your desire, your cry for a better world. Thank you for this poem dear poet. tony