This Is Africa Poem by Toyiring Sheyin

This is my mother,
She is the woman who bore me,
I was nurtured in her arms,
With her might I was protected,

This is my remnant,
The brothers of my youth,
We came forth in single array,
Nurtured by a woman of pride,

This is my pride,
The glory bestowed,
The riches of my might,
I owe no one a debt,

Though I was cast a spell,
To move in stagnation,
Though I was blindfolded,
To dash astray,

Though I was battered like unto ruin,
Crush and disintegrated,
Though I was shipped unto the West,
There I served to stupor,

I was cut beyond history,
And my imagination tampered,
Even the depth of imagination will fail,
They can't explain the cruelty,

But now I am back,
I stand with pride,
Now I can talk,
I can imagine the cruelty,

This is Africa
The mother of my race,
The woman who bore us,
I owe no one a debt to pay.

@Tom