As the sun rises,
it rises upon Africa.
Africa, in the hands of despots
that cares for their courts.
As the day passes,
it passes through Africa.
Africa, the land that patters,
which left everybody for survival on their parts
As the sun sets,
it sets on Africa.
Africa, the place of warfare,
where nobody knows no care.
As the night settles,
it settled in Africa.
Africa, in the hands of the oppressed,
that are set to conquer and suppress.
As the sun rises again,
it shall rise upon a revolutionary Africa.
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