OH Mother Africa!
Clad with beauty, yet ridden by sorrow.
Pure as She can be.
Simmering in darkness, yet hopes
High and bright like the rising sun.
A continent ridden by political disaster.
Yet stands strong, awaiting the rise of a giant. She's thrown into a dungeon of regression. Yet she stands, gallant like a tree dancing to the tunes of the wind.
Oh mama Africa! Why sinking in depression?
Thy rivers, red from blood of your children.
Battle scars forever fresh like yesterday.
Your gardens now battle ground and cemeteries. How long would you watch?
Coasting across the African Shores,
A breeze of liberation,so Cool and mild.
Arise oh Africa! Behold an era of female soldiers. Thy women folk, ready to nurture thee back to thy splendorous state.
