Mama Afrika
If Is Ever A Land So Clean
A Great Land With Love To The Brim
With No Spiritual Sin Than A Jeer Sin
Then My Tongue Is Good On A Slip
To Say No Word But Mama Africa
Black Is Evil So They Say
But Fortunately With Minds Dull At Bay
The Stars Witness And The Sun At Day
That We Are Nothing Mere Like
A Prisoner Out On Bail
For Beautiful Is Black And All Must Say
So Great Is My Land, MAMA AFRIKA
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