I bleed the shades of my Africa.
All the colors in the spectrum.
We are more than just worldly.
We are a heavenly conundrum.
Painted by the brush of hope
On the canvas of our Creator.
We are inexplicably beautiful.
Made with the breath of our Maker.
So unjustly we are treated
By the strangers and the prejudice.
Yet, undoubtedly they know
That we bear all that is precious.
We are vast and abundant
We are more plentiful than thee.
Without us, there is nothing
And yet, they forget this so easily.
Open your gaze, brothers and sisters.
Seal your ears to the lies
That our land is forever tarnished
And war will be our demise.
Don’t let them tell us that we are sick
And will be forever needy.
Stand up and show your strength.
Tell them it is they who are greedy!
The past has already taken so much
And now it is time to end the flood.
We are the next generation
And truth is in our blood.
We will march with the sword of intelligence.
We will ride in the procession of morality.
The road before us is long and winding
Even so, we shall never us brutality.
Be steadfast through the battlefield
As we face the Machiavellians
We will fade into the colors of the Earth
In the vein of our Chameleons.
We will smear excellence onto our faces
As we cast our unexpected spell.
Because on that memorable day
We shall close the gates of Hell.
We will stand on the mountain of victory
And reach out to the glorious sun.
We shall all beautifully cry:
“My Africa, My Africa! Surely we have won.”