The Dark Continent
Why is Africa the dark continent?
Is it the skin, but this is skin-deep…
Is it the hope, which by faith we keep?
Is it the future, which we cannot see,
Or is it the label
That was given unfortunately?
When we in Africa
Look up at the bright blue sky
We see the hope and glory
In eyes about to die
When we in Africa
Live in poverty
We rely on Help that sets us free
To eternal wealth
When we in Africa
Get sick, we pray for God to heal
And our singular and faithful appeal
Sees many miracles
When we in Africa
Look at the world’s philosophy
Of smut and grime and flesh sublime
We are happy to be poor
When we in Africa
Pray for our brothers’ keep
We sink peacefully into our restful sleep
As worries do not keep us up
When we in Africa
Are pitied by the nations
As they build their careers in grimy subway stations
We pray for them
For the poor will be blessed
As the wide road gives you rest
But rest assured
You may be lured
To the (eternal) darkest continent!
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