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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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