MY AFRICA --by Rose

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Let it sound from the mountains

Let it echo in the valleys

Like the sound of rushing wind

As the cattle scurry

As the birds take flight

When the sound of Africa is heard

The sound of drums

Ululations and horns

My Africa is beautiful

So am I

Africa, my mother

Womb that birthed me

Berries that fed me

Herbs that healed my flesh

Your rivers quenched my thirst

And I worshipped them

Africa, the essence of all life

My Africa is beautiful

So am I

Your land is greatly watered

By gold, oil and silver

But all lost in the bellies

Of your chosen leaders

Sons and daughters

For how long

Shall the hero be a slave?

Africa subject of mockery

You who once had glory

Your rubies are lost

Beyond this lands

In foreign saves

But I look upon you with hope

Great beauty

Squashed like sour pomegranate

I have hope,

As the star glitters each night

So shall you recover strength

And regain your honour

Beyond this lands

On foreign cliffs

Africa

I will dance for you

I will wriggle my waist

To your drugging rhythms

I will drown in your river

You give me life

I will burn in your fires

Remake me

There is hope mother

I smile at it

My Africa is beautiful

So am I