OUR MOTHER LAND

Africa strong enough to walk amongst kings

Africa my voice sings in praise about your doings

Africa you provide Africa you divided Africa you are my pride

From the dusty barren lands of your skin to your rich natural forest hair

That bares fruit fit for GODS

Africa my Mother Land there is no warmer touch than the one from your hand

Natives wave hello from a far some try to stick their filthy paws in your cookie jar

But you stand tall because you know who you are

Africa my Mother Land!

Your children dance to the rhythm of your djembe heartbeat

Under the passions of the piercing heat

Travelers in passing stop for a quick glance intrigued they see a chance

To conquer what Africa my Mother land has given birth too

With wicked ways they play tricks luring your children sparking their curiosity imaginary bribery

Stripping them of freewill away they cross the tears of fallen nations with the seeds

Of your deeds looking on helplessly Africa, whispers of their pleads

Shatter your ears bringing forth clouds of misery

Your soul darkened only by pain a mother can endure

You lash out showers of intensity

Africa my Mother, Home and protector

Your cries are felt across the great savanna   

To all the mothers who’ve lost their seeds, God sees & hears your sorrow

Rest your heart for hope lies not far from tomorrow

Embrace his Greatness the almighty Lord

For when he speaks it is final in his word

Bandile Ceo Masina ^(@Ozmic_B)