Africa Land of Ancestors II

Oh Africa, Land of Ancestors

Oh Africa, land of old,
Your tales of glory once so bold.
Children wander lost and torn,
In a vast land where dreams are born.

From the earth's belly, fruits await,
Yet children's nurture comes too late.
The birthplace of mankind stands firm,
Not destined for an eternal term.

Colonization halted our quest,
Stifled our journey at its best.
Self-rule, self-realization ceased,
A rural exodus was released.

Communities emptied, rural despair,
The story's common everywhere.
Reversing this isn't a maze,
It's breaking the post-colonial daze.

With spirit reclaimed, autonomy found,
No more babysitting around.
Grown men and women, laws set,
Handling affairs with no regret.

Eleven million miles so grand,
A motherlode of precious land.
Africa, rise and take a stand,
For the children, use the land.

There once was a land, Africa wide,
Where colonizers sought to deride.
But with self-rule in sight,
They'll reclaim their birthright,
And in trust, their people will abide.

TM

— Wanaku Verdzekov