In the heart of the motherland, a shadow cast so long,
The chains of yesterday, in memories they belong.
Ancient rhythms silenced, by the conqueror’s song,
Yet the spirit of Africa, remains forever strong.

The lands were carved by borders, in greed and gold’s delight,
Cultures torn asunder, beneath the foreign might.
But within the soil, stories of resistance ignite,
For every dawn that breaks, reveals a resilient fight.

The rivers whispered secrets, of freedom’s distant dream,
While fields of green and gold, bore witness to the scheme.
Though the scars of history, upon the landscape gleam,
The pulse of unity, runs deeper than it seems.

As time unravels truths, and justice seeks its place,
The echoes of the past, still linger in the space.
A continent reborn, with dignity and grace,
Africa’s soul endures, no longer bound by chains’ embrace.