Mama, Africa, Black Swagger

Yes, you people were once kings and queens

The walked the earth in majesty like a sky filled with stars

No wonder King Leopold the second asserted to have walked your length and breath and found no beggars

Imagining the radiance and love, you people shared, they just could not comprehend so they kept murmuring like bees

Your hospitable nature they exploited and saw they could not take what you had so they devalued it in your eyes

Said you could be better and you believed and when you refused, you were whisked away to a foreign land in the name of trade

There you gave you all and triumphed over all with your unique nature, skill, aptitude like nothing they had ever seen

With threat of your domination and slavery fast losing it shine and sheen, the came back to you, break you in your absence like a piece of rag in the name of clonization, the garnished with colonization

On your soil, they treated you as if on the day of creation, you were merely hewers of wood and drawers of water and told you in a few stern words that you children were children of a lesser god

From dust, you raised Mwalimu Julius Kambarage Nyerere, Osagyefo Kwame Nkrumah, Emperor Hail Salase, Mzee Jumo Kenyatta, Nnamdi Azikiwe, Felix Houphet Boigny, your own to fight and liberate your beloved children

Mama, Africa

Even in foreign lands, you raised Leopold Sedar Senghor, Martin Luther King Junior, Malcom X and Marcus Mosiah Garvey whom Bob Nesta Marley called a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America.

We were deceived into believing Education will help our leaders lead and not rule but look

What Gabriel Robert Mugabe did in Zimbabwe

What Idi Amin Dada did in Uganda

What Mobutu Sese Seku Kuku Ngbendu Wa Za Banga did in the Congo

What Paul Bartholomew Bi Vondo Biya did in the Southern Cameroons

Not forgetting Jean Beddel Bokassa, you watched as the idiot slaughtered little kids in the streets just because they refused to buy uniforms from his wife

How come you watched and let these Leaders be contaminated by the Messiah complex and the Martyr Syndrome

Mama, Africa Tell me how these wars will help us

Angolans Attest they would have been better by now but for war

Mozambique cries they would have been richer

Rwanda mourned they would have been bigger

Rise Mama, Save South Sudan

Rise mama, revive the Democratic Republic of the Congo

Rise and resuscitate Somaliland and Central African Republic

Rise and lift up Southern Cameroons

Give us another Nelson Rolihlahla Madiba Mandela

Let us have another Noel Isidore Thomas Sankara

Raise another Jerry John Rawlings of the Ghana

Mama, Africa

Its not time to rise, rise

Its not time to shine, Shine

Its not time for justice to take its course, let justice reign

Its not time for peace to reign, let peace triumph


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