Sons and daughters of the sun rays
Sun rays reflecting direct to pure liquid.
Eyes picked from the solid crust
Looking up to the image in the moving mirror.
Laying in packed clouds
No territorial lines for freedom,
Freedom brought by a pool of blood
Green leaves in a tall nation turning tree.
Roots of an African women
As strong as an unbrokerable spirit
Our land rich in precious stones
Stones part of art making the mother land
My Africa!
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