The Hope of Africa

From the ashes rose


A phoenix of pure


Its vast wings of


Spread far across this continent.

A mother’s arms shielding its

New born

From an imperialist sun.

Its velvet and silky wings

Soar across the friendly and tender

African skies.

Its voice

Sings song’s from fallen angels.

About the hidden fruits

They once tasted.

The hope of Africa one day returning.

On wings borrowed from

African’s sorrow.



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