Treasure Island

charles K wanjohi

(7/4/1982 / kenya)

Africa's Ride

Need not say much
For the eye sees
Why not percieve?
Behold Africa
As it rises
Old guards we honour
But new has come
Purely new

Now see as we erase
The memories of old
Scrap every form of hate
Build on what was our foundation
Love, peace and justice
Forgiveness we consinder
Bitterness only errodes

Behold africa rising
Flying on a winged horse
You have not seen this
Butterflies've gotta give way
We're not gonna crawl like snakes
On eagles wings we rise
To where the sun lights first

This ain't pride
A new generation
Ambatious and strong
Cannot be stopped
What wall stops the winds
You may stop the watters
We move like the wind
You may corrupt us with flames
We'll eject you out of or systems

But Africa will rise
This aint just hope
It evidently is real
Oh, yeah!
I pride in Africa's
Humble start
Great is the finish
Whether in shoes or sandles
Whether on bear foot or in boots
We'll race to win

Africa's rising
Like a morning star

Submitted: Thursday, June 18, 2009
Edited: Thursday, June 18, 2009
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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (6/19/2010 9:59:00 AM)

    this is not a false hope but an encouragement... Let Africa rise, yes, let is rise and be known not anymore for suffering and pain... let the negative traces be erased and let a new good image spring forth! (Report) Reply

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