The African Poet Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek Mohammed

The African Poet
Who but you to shoulder the burden
of the parentless children?
Who but you to care for women
lost their sons, lost their men?
Who but you to care for the young maid,
lost her loving mate?
And they would never meet
Who but you to care for the homeless?
Displaced in the darkness?
Sisyphus' boulder on your back
The pains of all the black
But Diogenes' lamp in your right hand
To guard our children and defend the land
Who but you the African Poet?
To be the source of wisdom and hope?
And our last resort where to flee
And be free
When the land is short to accommodate my race
And when they face the angry sea
Then, your words will be the Zulu's spears
In the tyrant hearts and in their ears
You the African poet, it is your fate
To dry all the tears
And wade with words to restore the peace
And get me back to the old place
To enjoy life among my race.
Among my race.