Her heaving breasts, glistening under a perpetual sun,
Her voice carries on, from us to them, now and for tomorrow,
Generations gone, and generations to come,
She is transient,
She is enraptured, her passion, and vigour,
The very life that sustains us,
We watch as she passes by,
Hips swaying,
Parted lips,
Defiant eyes, fiery with desire,
Her presence captives us...
My heart bursts from within me,
My Africa, my devotion for you is perpetual,
Captured as I am in your gaze and enamoured by your contour,
From deep within me, there comes a longing,
To see you finally free to soar and erupt...

She is the hope of the children,
They run after her, clinging to the kaleidoscopic fabric of her cloth,
A rich tapestry of a diverse world,
We are entranced,
O how I long for her, my Queen,
My sorrow and pain,
My Africa...
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