Though we are on one continent
Our cultures differ in content
We are as diverse as the beasts of the fields
And as unique as the fishes of the seas
We are not the colour that wrapped our souls
But we are defined by the depth of our goals
We are the descendants of kings
The rulers of everything
Our wealth culturally is yet to be estimated
But it has attracted foreigners who has coveted
So how could we just be the colour of our skin?
When other nations beg us to welcome them in
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