To The Glory Of Our Mother

To The Glory Of Our Mother

Beautiful alone paints no vivid picture

Save when elegance and grace breathes into the colours

For whenever beauty befriends grace: angels are born

Then shall I say she is a being of heavenly artistry?

Stroke by stroke; she became beautiful than beauty could paint

Even the sun envied the brilliant radiance of her eyes

From her velvety, fragrance-filled skin came the World’s best colognes of great scents

She was greatly endowed!

Her bossom; the apex of her charm

Fountain of sweet milk and honey

Overflow of earthly profusions

Gave suck to our fathers’ fathers

But our burning tongue lack its taste,

For she was murdered alive

Alas! Her joy and glory faded away like a dying flame

Her beauty and elegance; a long forgotten story

Her sweet round bossom, now rancid and saggy

Where thence, do we quench our thirst?

You muffled her, you light-skinned villains

You killed her, you tan-skinned kindred

Now she is just but a fading shadow

A living-dead wandering the earth’s woods

Day and night she howls and sobs heavily

She wails for me

She cries for you

Brothers and sisters of our mother

Drop the sword of vile brotherhood

Doubt the faith that mocks your noble heritage

Fight the strife that torn apart, our father’s bond

For only when YOU, THEM and US becomes “WE”

Will our mother’s death be avenged

Then the earth will chorus our victory song

All to the glory of our dear mother – AFRICA



7 thoughts on “To The Glory Of Our Mother” by smartfingers (@smartfingers)

  1. Nice.

    I related to this on a mother-child basis…till I saw the Africa tag at the end.

    Not so sure it works that way…but it’s a good poem.

    1. bross this na poem about Naija… white men coming to destroy it and them we continue the destruction with out squabbles …progress will only come when we forget the Me, Them etc and become Us

  2. Nice one…I saw the connection before the end. Very good word pictures, well done.

  3. @ Seun, i dont get you. thanks

  4. really thought u were talking about a girl u…
    good, I guess that you had ur beta ideas.
    good poem.

    please check:Stroke by stroke; she became beautiful than beauty could paint
    Where thence, do we quench our thirst?… recheck thence…not properly used.
    Fight the strife that torn apart, our father’s bond…tore?
    For only when YOU, THEM and US becomes “WE” become?

    very minor mistakes…the beauty lives on.

  5. yeah, until we shed our disunity garbs, we wont progress. nice message…but i still argue with you and Walter Rodney that the white men are not the problem, we are

    well done {pls try to infuse a little more poetic elements into your pieces}

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