Africa Arise
My fatherland oh Africa!
A robe of glory and glamour
spread on this terrestrial ball
with golden…green scenery
-a symbol of beauty and blessings
Africa! A mansion of might and memories
built on a dark rock…of mysteries
on which were engraved immortal images;
Thy rooms of strength and dignity
are pages of passion and pride
Africa! A giant on the global field of play
I saw thee in thy dark years
when thy strength was sapped by western parasites
and thy golden fluid sucked by white pests
- a slap on the face of fairness and freedom
But now oh Africa! Thou art fat and flourishing
and clothed with the robe of peace and unity;
Thy aroma of power, perceived by the super powers
Is once more tapped and used to rule thee once more
-neocolonialism modernized
Arise oh Africa! Thou art a king
thy princes have got brains and brawns
and thy princesses have got virtues and voices;
Arise out of thy sorrowful slumber
-let me know you this Africa, my fatherland.
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