When Hope was Born

by | Apr 8, 2011 | Poetry | 0 comments

Hope was born into an African dawn
New life breathed, a future bequeathed,
First plaintive cries, under African skies
When Hope was born.

Hope was born into an African dawn
Nurtured from seed, she sought to feed
First suckle of breast, under African behest
When Hope was born.

Hope was born into an African dawn
To a rising sun, thy glory will be done
First voice heard, under African word
When Hope was born.

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