My Homeland.....Africa!!!
Africa Oh Africa
Africa of whom my grandmother sings
On the banks of the distant rivers
I have never known or seen you
But your blood flows in my viens
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your hard work
The work of your slavery
The slavery of your children
Africa Oh Africa
Is this you this back that is bent
This back that breaks under the weight of humiliation
This back bleeding with red scars
And taking the whips under the midday sun
But a grave voice answers me
That tree there
In splendid loneliness amidst white and faded flowers
That is Africa....My homeland....Africa!!
That grows again patiently obstinately
And its fruit gradually acquire
The bitter taste of liberty
My Homeland.........AFRICA!!!
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