African Woman, A Poem By Johan Van Dongen

African Woman, photo credit, David Webster:1africa.tv/

My love for Africans is beyond explanation, my wish is to visit any African country, including Ghana, with my best friend, Joel Savage, one day, by God's Grace, meanwhile, this is my new poem for Africans.

African Woman, African woman
Oh African woman
Why are you sitting under the mulberry tree
With a child on your knee?
Woman
Oh African woman
Looking through the gates of your eyes
I see something nice
Woman
It's beating and beating a song
You don't know were you belong
Woman
Oh African woman
Ebola has run through your veins
Yes, you survived
So why are you sitting under the mulberry tree
With a child on your knee
Woman
Oh African woman
They abandoned you for life
But don't take that knife
Please your heart beats how to survive
There you are sitting under the mulberry tree
With a child on your knee
Woman
Oh African woman
For I know you are helpless, homeless and without care

But do not dare
To take that knife
And take your life
Woman
Oh African woman
But woman, prostitution, and slavery are no options

There are always some bastions
So please, raise your voice and ask Him, the Great Creator

Oh African woman
Suddenly a voice touches your ear
And tells you the house of God is very near
Tells you the house of God is very near
God is very near
Woman
Oh, African woman, Oh African woman, shed no more tears

Because you have won and survived all the persecutions