Why, A-f-r-i-c-a?
Why, Africa, do you whisper when you should roar?
Why ask for crumbs when your hands can sow?
Is it in the soil of your soul you doubt,
Or lost in echoes of a colonial shout?
Why question your might, your heritage grand?
Why thirst for lesser when you hold the sand?
Africa, why...
Why ask for crumbs when your hands can sow?
Is it in the soil of your soul you doubt,
Or lost in echoes of a colonial shout?
Why question your might, your heritage grand?
Why thirst for lesser when you hold the sand?
Africa, why...