Africa; my Africa, the land of largest Black Race
My People, what has thou done unto thyself
Thou hast let the killing of innocent blood flow
And has given Genocide the ability to decide
The fate of Racial Discriminations, in our division
Oh Africa; the land of my beloved Black Angels
A Land filled with never ending troubles and pains
Conflicts, here and there, without hope of Tranquility
Neither do they who should care, bother at all
My People, the ones whose blood flows in my veins
And cause my heart to beat, without stopping
Restlessly, I pray for a solution to our problems
Yes; they are massive, backbreaking without joy
My Africa, My People, when shall we stand up
To defend that which is right and noble in truth
Ignoring it no more, that everlasting peace might reign
And the children unborn might breathe Freedom
Free to Roam and Soar high like Eagles in the Sun
My Continent, I have loved thee since day one
And would keep loving you, even unto the grave
For you are my soul and the reason why it beats
Africa, My Home; the Land of the Black and Proud Race
16th April 2012
