TRIBUTE TO THE MOTHERLAND

Africa
Bashed, bruised, beaten
Africa
Beautiful, black, better

Africa
Torn, teary, tired
Africa
Triumphant, timeless, top

Africa
A land cut and bleeding
A land weeping
A land saddened
But
A land full of hope
A land full of warmth
A land empty of judgment
A land that's is oh, so unshakeable
A land that knows no giving up

Africa
Torn by war
Ravaged by hunger
Pulled back by illiteracy
Struggling with corruption
But
Working with the power of love
For your brother and sister
Working with the power of wisdom
For our well educated family

Africa
With a people ignorant
With a people unchangeable
But
With a people beautiful
Both in and out
With a people passionate
With a people with integrity
With a people with fight
With a people with courage

Africa
Look how we trod hunger
And live through the years
Look how despite a grumbling
Despite our misfortunes
No matter how far we run from home
Africa
Has a way of claiming its own
Pulling us back
Into its loving, open, waiting arms
Into its bosom

Africa
My mother
My family
My one true love