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Historians call you the " Black Continent"
Critics call you the " Island of Blacks"
Many others know you as " the land of Slaves"
Like a dry desert drowned by drought
The bleak ray of poverty has shattered
Your hope of survival
War has taken you into captivity
Where you lie in utter ruins
Fear has stolen your hope
Misery has cursed your fate
Oh; Mother Africa Why
Soon the clouds will swell the sun
And the rains fall
Since the desolation desert continues
To vomit oil daily
Since every seed rots before it sprouts
A time is coming
When you shall emerge from the hell of doom
Trample war and poverty underfoot
And a wear the crown of peace and prosperity
Mother Africa, the Emerging Hero