Mama Africa's Melodies Poem by Nahna James

Behold! Mama Africa,
A mother of 54,
A grandmother to many children,
A great grandmother to plenty.
The tree nesting black birds,
An ever-flowing stream of beautiful black waters.

I bow to her royal majesty,
A queen whose treasury is filled with amazing wonders.
You have been an unending source to many great kings,
With your help, many kingdoms shine today.

But why, mama Africa?
Why do your children refuse to be united?
In your old age,
They've now gained back their powers
To rule over the kingdom you gave to them.

And I know you want them to be united
Against every enemy that bothers them,
Any one of them, or all of them.
But everyone went his way,
Sisters engaged in unhealthy rivalry,
Failing to defend your interest.

They have become selfish and self-centered,
Promoting personal interests
And forgetting your interest.
The stronger ones refuse to help the weak,
They exploit them instead.

They see themselves as different entities,
Forgetting your black blood that unites them.
They forget the seal of blackness
That binds them together.

I fear, mama Africa! Yes, I fear
For the future,
For the younger generation,
For your legacy.
A kingdom divided against itself cannot stand.

I will stop here, mama Africa,
If they have ears,
If they had ears.