In the heart of the savannah, where whispers linger long,
The shadows of the past sing a melancholic song.
The chains of oppression, the cries of the land,
Echo through valleys, carried by the wind’s hand.

From golden coasts to emerald forests deep,
The story of a continent in tears we weep.
Riches plundered, cultures torn asunder,
Yet resilience rises, a testament to wonder.

The blood-stained soil remembers each tale,
Of struggle, of resistance, where none could prevail.
The drums of freedom beat, unyielding and strong,
Through the darkest nights, they carry on.

Now the dawn breaks, with a promise anew,
A future forged by those who once knew.
The legacy of colonialism, a shadow long past,
Yet in unity, Africa’s spirit will forever last.