Africa For Africans
Africa for Africans
Down the rivers of the east
the soothing wind blows in our minds
shaking our busy brains to rest
making worthwhile living in Africa
bare wind of our own making
Africa of the winkled hands
white teeth under shiny dark skin
gold hearts of marvellous flesh
many but just one
we are the soil on the ground
In the rivers life water flows
down the palm of savannahs there lived wildlife
green forests of all goodness
great wind of all bare brains
however Africa is a dark land of all
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