African Heart
A poem
Published in
1 min readJun 9, 2020
Winds that lift seabirds over the Senegal coast,
an African soul soaring on freedom’s wing,
drove the ships that sailed to an eternity damned.
Beat long, beat slow,
African heart.
Snatched from Africa, the cradle of mankind,
no longer rocked to a lullaby of drums,
nor nurturing the humanity that became us all.
Beat long, beat slow,
African heart.
Sleep softly, sleep safe, you African sons,
for when we hate ourselves, we hate you too,
till comes the day when our hearts beat as one.
Beat long, beat slow,
African heart.
Author’s comment: Human life originated in Africa. If you hate the black man, you hate yourself.
Moshe Forman © 2020
