Short Poetry Work

     My Man

My man
African man
You are every thing greats  you can
Beauty is your colour
Your strength and odour
African man, black man
Your adulation is highly high in the sky
Your angelic look is not by the bye

My man
African man
Are you all ears?
Your beauty will be pronounced
Your name will ne'er fall
Your fame will ne'er fall

In the hall of all eyes,
To the hearing of all beings
Your name and beauty
Will proudly be pronounced

My man
Black man, African man
African man, black man
You are a Glory
With a great and reached history
Albeit, you choose yourself
In the for of your inner self

My man, black man
African man, black man
Why will you rob your mother?
How will you present biography of our father?
What name will you be given, in the world of man?

My man
African man
African man, be yourself
Your father is known with humility
His bearing is purity
His fame fa honourable
With no pint of fumble

African man, my man
Black man, African
Your mother is called Grace
She has her crown among women's race
She has fertility
With a countless humility

African man
My man
Be yourself African
African man, my man
Be yourself African