Africa

Africa

In pitch dark
In an African bush
Dribbling were aboriginals
To a dog bark
To a honk of an elephant trunk
Wallowing their skin
In puddles of mud
To sooty coats of swallows
Swishing round corners of homes
So deft at
Building a nest
From wisps of wooden bits
To nocturnal bats
With pointed ears
Hanging upside down
Heads towards the ground
Where claws of blind moles
Were ripping soil 
Into lumps imitating
Camels' water-supplied bumps
Keeping them sustained
During droughts
In deserts with a crystal silver shine

In an African bed
Slobbering was I a Caucasian
On my travelling occasion
Entangled in a net
Defending me against insect
Amongst a black nation
Without a lecturing persuasion
Bearing no grudge
Against the white
Paler than their heels and palms
So cute they are
Their affable smiles
Stunning eyes
Amiable behaviour 
Diminishing the magnitude
Of race and gender
Assimilating, integrating 
Every diminutive creature
With a wide spectrum of features
Given from the mother Nature
And not injecting venom
Into vessels poisoning 
Endowment so genuine 
Making me forever worship them

Reviews

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Funny beautiful truthful honest. Very great poem

[Kate]

Thank you!! :)