itsNOVA:
Wow nice. Okay;
My own Version of "Lost Pride." A poem for AFRICA.
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The memories still clear in my Deep mind.
Memories of how I lost me.
Sometimes i wish I was born as a still child.
I've lost my pride oh i really have lost me.

The only virtue that I ever had.
For I was a Royal in my own prime.
But now I'm lost and forever sad.
Go Tell the world I died before my own time.

I see sorrow in my teary eye.
Longing to return to my dust side.
'Life is good' is such a thorny lie.
And this is just the story of my "Lost pride"

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Indeed Africa has lost her pride.


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Ray360:

Rhapsodic spills which Blares the woebegone plight of a child (Africa) battered and pilloried by sad thoughts of his trampled pride.
the metaphoric use of a child to represent AFRICA underscores the simplicity and emotional aura of your poem as evidenced in the line "for I was a royal in my own prime". also, the metaphoric tone of "I see sorrow in my teary eyes" mirrors a child (Africa) stripped from all virtues of pride and honour As such, is lachrymose over his forlorn spell.

Well done Supernover, The simplicity of your lines too makes understanding effortless.

itsNOVA:
thanks a million. I really Long to see Africa rise again. For Africa was Raped by the Colonialists. And we're still Recovering from the awful horror of that singular incidence. We need to let go and start afresh. Until then, we're nothing but a lost pride.
........................................ I love the grandiosity of your poem. Makes me wanna study my dictionary more All hail Ray360, the Renowned WordSmith