In lands where sun meets ancient soil,
The echoes of history silently uncoil,
Bound by chains of foreign greed,
Cultures silenced, spirits to feed.

Empires rose with ruthless might,
Painting the skies with colonial blight,
Yet beneath the weight of foreign rule,
Pulsed the heart of the indomitable jewel.

Whispers of freedom in the rustling leaves,
Stories of resilience that memory weaves,
Through pain and struggle, hope survived,
In the soul of a continent that thrived.

Now as the sun sets on a healed land,
Unity and strength hold firm hand in hand,
From the ashes of the past, a new dawn sings,
Africa rises with unbroken wings.