A beautiful sunset
In the Afrikan skies
Where the roots of God
Are rooted, not jihad

Before the angels
Report back to Him
They first pass by
Afur'ka and dais

The people who
Posses the soul
Hence, their welcoming
Nature, the jungle is

Friendly to them
Their hue is similar
To that of the Kemet soil
Science need them

More than them needing science
What others see as dirt
An Afrikan child see life
The forest is dear to them

A lion bow when a Kemet
Pass, it ululate for
The real kings
and queens of earth

Are passing by,
The real Kemet nation
The true Jewish people
Have graced their vicinity

The chosen people of God
Ma'at, Amun, Horus
Most beloved race
The Kushite, the Nubians

Fearless; those who for
time immemorial have
Conquered from the west
and east lead by Queen Nzinga

Those who need no concealment
But their beautiful skin
Absorbs the sun rays
Their hair defy gravity

The world shows gratitude
For we're multitude
of different attitude
People of verisimilitude

I come from the continent
of mother of all mankind
Alkebulan, it's capital
city being Kemet

© Malunga G