The Peak of Freedom (Tanzania)
A Shakespearean sonnet on Kilimanjaro’s snows and the spirit of Ujamaa.
Kilimanjaro wears a crown of white,
Above the clouds where eagles dare to fly,
A beacon in the velvet of the night,
That holds the very ceiling of the sky.
From Zanzibar where clove and ginger bloom,
To Serengeti’s endless sea of gold,
The wild pulse beats and banishes the gloom,
With stories that the Masai elders told.
A land of peace where many voices blend,
In Swahili, the tongue of trade and grace,
Where every stranger finds a steady friend,
And every heart can find a resting place.
From crater deep to spice-enticing shore,
You are the light that Africa’s children adore.
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