Africa! Great mother of all! Where Omega be the first and the walls of Jericho falls. A continent so diverse! Oft tongue! Oft skin! Oft race! Graceland to the king as the dying hope for grace...

Mother Africa! Most sinister love you give! As suffering still commerce in the well we all still whish. You humour the sick to be strong! You fool those in praise! As death still reaps reality, and lead to a lamenting song at the grave...

O Africa! O’ mother to all! Listen to the homeless suffer! Hear the hungry call! See the poor in despair and jest the way they crawl! Look as nations tumbling! Down the hill they fall...

O’ mother land! Dried up is the sand we stand on! Burning our footprints and our shadows for so long! O’ mother Africa, where do we belong? Why must we be slaves to a system so rightfully wrong?...

Africa! O’ mother of a greater need! Oft wicked ways where evil never sleeps! Where terror suffer insomnia and pain still roam the street! Why do we have to suffer? Should not love be our need?
Why do we have to speak with hate and violence and harm one another to bleed? Why can’t we live and be? Instead of shelter away and rather dispose of the masks we see?
Why be so robotically? Why not live life free! To be who we are! Truly are and not pretend to be! Not like, whereas a tale oft fable and oft weak! No tale of struggles in our streets or dying of the young! But more the history of a nation as one, a path walked and not just sung...

O’ mother Africa, mother land to all, unite us as a nation before we all will fall! Let us stand united! Mother! Hear my call!

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KNITRIAS PROJECT