Stand and be counted
Lift up your voices and be heard
Break the silence
Tear the dividing walls
Africa rise from the ashes
Shoot with uniting words
Liberate souls in dungeons of silence
Lift and heal the wounded
For how long shall our tales be told?
Not by the ink of our pens
Not from the tips of our tongues
But with twists and lies
Arise oh sons and daughters
Pick up your pace in the race
Let your voices rise above the crowds
Tell your own tales to the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Africa, sons and daughters of Africa must hear and obey to this heartfelt message! Lovely! ! !