The goodness of the Earth Lives only on the airs The primates up the swooshing trees Know it, they love it The goodness in man,
Month: Nov 2014
The baby in you
There’s much to a baby Not just the red crying face Nor the heart warming smiles And the little grasping fingers The innocence, the looks
Leaving home
I stand afar, With tearful eyes I think I saw you waving Up, up the grassy path Leading to the hills, you stood Perhaps smiling
Oh Africa
Oh Africa my love The land of many tongues Beautiful and blessed The land of the Ashanti, the Twi The sweet songs of the Zulu
The Lion sleeps
The nights are strange No growls, no grunting The nights are cold Not for the icy wind But for noisy beasts That prowl the night
Tears of Children
The tears we shed, Now I have no more tears The world watch all die And really nobody cares The world is torn apart The
