From the ashes rose

Africa.

A phoenix of pure

Sunlight.

Its vast wings of

Antiquity,

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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