Long ago, Africa was christened the'dark continent'
until the Nile was seen by the very fortunate
Later, it became the shelter of the pearl
and today, it's where winds of change hurl
So, the call is on to paint Africa
Running through deserts and shores
To catch the fading twilight
Sailing the nile as it pours
To watch as the natives fight
That is the call to paint Africa
Let it be the heavenly angels
To sweep the dirt filled streets
Purity and prosperity in all angles
As the nations feast on sweets
For that it takes to paint Africa
Color the lonely paths
Let the noise of life be heard
Bandage the nation’s ailing parts
And again give the land a healing card
And that is the call to paint Africa
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