When I think of
Africa
I think of a warm
breeze
The long Serengeti grass that
leans
Mt. Kilimanjaro
in the background
From Nile and all
its mysteries of life
To Victoria fall
with her water mist and rainbow dreams
I think of music
I think of art
I think of dance
I think of the
plight of man
Where he came
from
Where he is going
to
I think of the
trials and troubles
The struggle for
relief
The begging of
human man
A troubled
destiny
Peace and
creativity
A former promise
land
A homeland for
many
Am I one of many?
©Copyright 1993 Thomas Dooley
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