Son of the Soil

I am the son of the soil The very black Afrika I am My color is dark and lovely It sings with rhythmic melody of beauty Uniquely gifted, talented and black Show me my debilitated and frailties And I will improve beyond imagine I am the son of the soil Teach me how to dream about life And will become extra-ordinary Teach me character, teach me discipline And I will become the footprint of history I am the son of the soil Give me a set of electronics and soft-wood And I will build you a flying helicopter Give me a library with a lot of books And I will write thousand of poems Give me a yard of land and a hoe And I will turn it to a large garden full of all sorts of fruit I am the son of the soil I have been blessed by my progenitor from the Nile For her wilderness quenches my spirit And bring me closer to source of life