That the world, <br />like the sky and moon wil dwell <br />and less tears, <br />waters the seeds of pain. <br />From the widow in her closet <br />to the lovers at the beach. <br /> <br />We little ones will grow, <br />the wish of our fathers <br />and smile the way our mothers wanted. <br />Tha we might together, <br />echo the name of AFRICA <br />with a sweet voice<br /><br />Adeola Babalola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-wish-100/
