The Call Of Our Time: A Pan-African Anthem Poem by Chikondi Daniel Dziko

The watchers of our time stood tall,
Voices ringing across the vast savanna,
Their echoes swept through hills and valleys,
Preaching the ancient promise to the people,
To ears that yearned and hearts that burned.
How blessed were we to hear their words,
To be the chosen, the torchbearers,
Summoned to plant the seeds of wisdom
In the souls of the children yet to rise.

Awaken, children of Africa,
Rise with the dawn of a new era,
For the first agricultural revolution is here,
An anthem of growth, a chorus of hands.
The watchers of our land, fierce and wise,
Cried out, "Teach your young the sacred earth,
Show them the tools forged in the fires of progress,
Guide their eyes to the wonders of technology."
Did they foresee the dawn of a new day?

Proclaim to your children,
Freedom draws near on silent feet,
Not with the thunder of guns and turmoil,
But with the hum of the plough, the song of the soil.
This is no war of blood and conquest,
But a revolution true and pure,
An uprising that begins with the seed,
Until each belly is filled,
Until every heart beats strong.

Let the fields become our battlegrounds,
Where hope is sown, resilience reaped,
Where unity flourishes under the sun,
And the harvest is a song of triumph.
So rise, children of Africa,
For the watchers call, and history waits,
To etch your names in its endless tale,
As the keepers of the land,
As the builders of tomorrow.