Africa listen the time has come for us
to sing, dance, clap and rejoice for we
have been in the bossom of sorrow but
the time has come for that to end.Life was
narrow but broad and free now.the time has
come for our enemies to love and be
our friends.The time has come africa to dry
our tears.The time has come, and the condition
is now white and no longer black.We should
smile for anew condition.The wether is now
a better one.The time has come for nothing to
botter us.the sorrow we saw before
we shall see no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
too good surely is time to black out the more and make the best of the world