Ode to Mother Africa

From your vast heart, where humankind first stirred, Mother of nations, your ancient voice is heard. The biggest continent, sprawling, rich, and wide, Where black people found their home, with dignity and pride. Your soil holds minerals, a treasure deep and old, A story of abundance, waiting to unfold. You offer life and peace, a spirit grand and free, And from my soul, I offer respect to thee. Yet, sorrow whispers on your gentle breeze, A disrespect that brings you to your knees. Destroyed by hands that should have held you dear, Your own children, swayed by doubt and fear. They call you poorest, blinded by their greed, Who came and plundered, planting bitter seed. With cruel words, they brand your people uneducated, lazy, While your rich history, they tried to make hazy. But a new dawn breaks, a promise in the air, The sleeping giant stirs, shaking off despair. For Africa will rise, with strength and grace untold, Reclaiming her true place, brave, beautiful, and bold.