Beneath the ancient baobab’s shade,
Whispers of history softly fade,
The scars of time etched on the earth,
Stories of struggle, pain, and rebirth.
Rivers that once knew freedom’s song,
Now murmur tales of right and wrong,
The land remembers, though years have passed,
The footprints of a foreign cast.
The sun sets over fields once sown,
By hands that toiled, yet seeds unknown,
In dreams of tomorrow, hope’s gentle flame,
Awaits a dawn where none lay claim.
Children of Africa, rise and reclaim,
The legacy forged in your own name,
With voices strong and spirits free,
Unveil the future, let history be.