YOUNG AFRICAN VOICES
Though weak they may seem today
The voices of young Africans sway
Like a cub learning to stand tall
Our whispers will grow into a lion’s call
Roaring across the Sahara and the Atlantic.
In our tender hands, soft yet bold
Lies tomorrow’s story yet to unfold.
The future we all dream and long for
Seeks no other echo, no other song
But the rising chorus of young African voices.
Let those voices paint the skies
With stories as rich as Mansa Musa of Mali.
Break the chains of what once was
And craft new tales, with a just purpose
For the world’s future rests in the hands and hearts
Of young African voices, ready to roar.
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