poem

STAND UP

walked through the streets of yesterday,
memories dancing all around like mockers,
dreams that have blown away like the wind,
but see tommorow smiling......
This cannot be all,.
we can standup again,
Africa can still dance again,
why sit still as time flies by like magic,
standup, standup,standup.
hope beckons like a friend,
standup,standup,standup....