Africa My Africa
One among the seven of them
A unique color all the same
As though I would not face the race
But still the black skin was my case
I smile, I laugh and now regain
And if I’d chance to choose again
Africa, Africa my Africa!
A race in which all men have aim
So strong, well fixed in strength and fame
As if by trick and charm it works
The blacks have come to walk their words
Let’s pray, let’s aim, let’s hope and see
All men, all-living, man-made and sea
Through Africa, the peace you seek, perceive!
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