Like music they hang in the air
The melody is sweet
Like a light breeze in a hot day.
Soon the people will be free
Free from human bondage.
Birds sing thier tunes
Foot solders are marching on
Singing songs of liberation.
Soon the trumpets will sound
Of victory from ignoble regimes
That enslave the people like birds in cages.
Butteryflies dance in the air
Free they are at last.
Like the people
They have broken from cacoons........
Cacoons of tribalism, racism and religious differences
Free they are to go anywhere, everywhere.
Rains fall over the lands
The green shows over the expanses
Reminding me of a land rich and fertile.
Daggers are drawn ready for batlle
To slay corruption and nepotism, name it........
In a land so full of promise.
Lambs and kids play and jump
To their mothers they run to suckle
Mothers nature them in kindness and love.
I am reminded of a motherland
That I attach myself to
I love you mother Africa.