Years ago our forefathers had a vision <br />That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own <br />To represent their ancient glory <br />And value it at heart. <br />Praising the mediums like our fathers did <br />And ululating in procedure. <br />With thunder storming ahead as drumbeats play <br />Women dance with pride while men praise in the music <br />The spirits play their part. <br /> <br />Our old Africa! <br />Years when people lived communally <br />Joint with the same totem <br />The same spirit the same beliefs <br />The Zulu, the Kololo, <br />The Ndebele, the Ngoni. <br />Families of massive intrepid. <br />United by norms of the heart. <br />They prayed for rain and the rain came. <br />They prayed for victory <br />There, they sang war cries <br />To fight for their dignity <br />To fight against the same blood. <br />The blood from the same father. <br />Defeating and loosing they all still conquered the dignity <br />For they were undefeatable. <br /> <br />Likewise is this same sacred greatness <br />That our fathers deserve to be honored. <br />Likewise is this same ancient glory <br />That our forefathers deserve to be respected. <br /> <br />Likewise are the norms, <br />The reasons our fathers are remembered. <br />Years ago as they were practiced. <br />Years ago in the African Heritage. <br />Thus we shall preserve our past <br />To embrace our future. <br />Long Live Africa! ! !<br /><br />Monica Rupazo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-african-heritage/
