My Africa

Red dirt streets, stories buried in the clay

Roots so deep, even shadows wanna stay

Elephant wisdom, never forget the pain

My Africa, sun kisses after the rain

Drums in my chest, heart syncopates the beat

Lion’s roar echoes through the concrete

Mountains whisper, secrets in the breeze

Acacia trees dance with ancestral pleas

My Africa, where the skies bleed gold

My Africa, tales of the brave and bold

My Africa, the cradle, the mold

My Africa, forever, my soul

Scarred lands, but the spirit never breaks

Harvested diamonds, yet they still wanna take

Hyena laughs, vultures circle the prey

But we rise, phoenix fire in the fray

Baobab giants holding wisdom in their veins

Savannah’s pulse, life flows in the plains

River Nile veins pumping through our chest

This continent, where the sun always rests

My Africa, where the skies bleed gold

My Africa, tales of the brave and bold

My Africa, the cradle, the mold

My Africa, forever, my soul