From the sways of hips,
Lies jewelry on her children's ears and lips.
Waving symbolic freedom of fist...
She is Africa.

Mother to all known.
Her beauty is well shown.
Yet, she echoes lively songs.
She echoes cries and moans.

Africa;
Within every soul.
Every child sold...
Never getting old
Of Africa.

Listen closely to the rythmatic vibes
Containing spirits of an ancient dynasty;
Ancient tribes.
Though foreign countries have had their tries...
She's never conquered,
She never dies.
I love you mother Africa.

By Poetrist, Zena Leevine

Nice post UML.