Herald of joy and hope
Born an “ethiop”
Each day, bubbling like froth
The land has watered my hope
Proud I am, to be a Negro;
A descent, with enviable ethos
The land of the pyramid mysterious
The wondrous invention of Cheops
The home of the Tutankhamen tomb, lustrous
For millennia past,
The cradle of civilization vast
The home of that whose source is a mystery
The mother of rivers, the great Nile,
The source of life for millions
The land of custom, culture and norms
The base of the spirit of humanity,
How come all these are happening
Why is everything amiss?
Where is our acclaimed glory?
Where is the ancient civilization?
Where’s the spirit of humanity?
Perhaps I’m in a wrong city,
Perhaps not Africa I have come.
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