I Hear You, Africa

‎I hear it, loud and clear, ‎The clanging brass, drumming in my ear, ‎The rhythm of the black blood, pulsing strong, ‎I hear the aches of scorched bones, a sound that's wrong. ‎ ‎The kaboom of foreign pimps rushes in, harsh and cold, ‎But then I hear the gentle sound of water, stories untold, ‎The whimsical sounds of children's laughter, joyful and free, ‎I hear Africa, I hear you, a heartbeat resonating in me. ‎ ‎I hear the whisper of hope,  glimpse of light, ‎A dawn breaking, where shadows take flight, ‎Listening to the pulsating rhythm of the black blood's might, ‎Gently, I hear her humming, a lullaby through the night. ‎ ‎The songs of our heroes run, on the ancestral savannah's ground, ‎Where the wind whispers secrets, and the trees stand profound. ‎I hear Africa, I hear you, in every beat and every sound. ‎