Africa

O, Dark Continent, bountiful and blessed Ebony and ethereal; glittering like polished tar A sanguine soul, exuding greatness Plagued with a plethora of inhumanity To suit imperial incontinence Plodding through the Third World with a humiliating history Yet standing out tall, optimistic and proud Infused with many tribes and beliefs; A cauldron filled with favoured spices You, whose reach extends to the frays Of Europe and Carribea Whose tears blossom vegetation Africa, find solace in your existence And show the world that you are good!