Mama Africa
Mama Africa
Your land was once pure, like the garden of eden.
The land where I was born.
The land where i took my first step.
Mama Africa
Your land now is like a jungle.
The lion is the king of the jungle.
When he roars, fears strikes the helpless animals.
Mama Africa
Your land now is barren
Starvation, destruction, hopelessness is the order of the day.
And the lion still roars
Mama Africa
Don't worry, there'll come a time
when the lion roars, a mouse will stand and fight
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