For Africa
I ask of the desert dunes,
The stately Kilmanjaro, the
Mambilla outcrops;
I ask of the great forests
The seven old rivers
Snaking through my black
homeland;
I ask of the noble rains,
Every ancient observer;
Does it matter who built the
Old Zimbabwe
When we feed not today
Our hungry hordes?
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