FOR OUR CHILDREN Come, all Like blacksmiths, Shall we carve words Capable of rearing rocks. Come, all Like the army Shall we parade the world To tell the message of peace For your children Shall we parade the world To tell the message of peace For your children Shall we build a world Made of emerald, devoid of bombings Racism, extremism, violence We our children We shall die like Pythagoras While preaching our messages To build a tomorrow of love We our children We shall travel Uncoil every footpath To find grace and happiness With words Shall we project deep imageries Founded on the pillar of love That shall remain eternally For our children, Shall we build a better tomorrow Devoid of violence But filled with total bliss LET'S REWRITE TOMORROW Give me pen and ink Not nuclear weapon Let me rewrite our future Devoid of fracture The tormenting wars. Tell the doves, To sprinkle love over us Tell the birds to chirp high While we listen to the chimes And dance to the melodies of love The time we march With vigour and valour Not to flood the soil with blood But plant the seeds of love Deep down the heart of very soul Summon the country crier To convey this message Of unity to the world Preach the word, Like the Quran, Bible and Torah. But in the end, we shall smile, So that our worries may die And we shall forever sing these songs Of love, harmony, unity in diversity. The while learn to love And the black to do likewise Without lota of hatred For other races...... IT IS TIME It is time - I hear trumpet call A new dawn has dawned Let's smell the sweet fragrance of peace While dining on the table of humanity. It is time we kiss the breeze of unity And light up every corner with love It is time to stitch our differences While joining hands to stand firm Without differences and misunderstanding Let our covenant with God Be renewed, protecting earth With our might. It is time To redefine love objectively Lest, it shall forever remain in dictionaries -Abstract butt not real
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From the heart of the Savannah, Zakaria Abdul-Hakim popularly known as Abdul Hakim Genius was born and bred in Tamale – Northern Ghana. His literary works are inspired by great sages of the village hut, from whom he believes his muse flow. He calls himself linguist to the ancestors; sweeper of the village hut and poet from the savannah. He writes to awaken spirit of Africa’s heritage, educate, motivate, inspire and give hope to people. He is both locally and internationally featured in anthologies.