Mama Africa, see, she’s got a big heart
Oh yes, and she too has a deep hurt
Mama Africa she’s full of beautiful art
Yet still chronic miseries tear her apart
Nature and wildlife perpetually her grandiose fairs
Sadly her sublime apparel is fast being scarred
Community and harmony were once her synonyms
Till the day her kin were dealt into colonies
Though her whole house seems doused in the night
Still she calls loud and crawls hard seeking for light
Her bleeding will ne'er stop her breeding
Her dearth can ne'er death her hope
Mama Africa, see, she’s got a big heart
Oh yes, and she too has a deep hurt
See her hankering wailing and fierce face
Deep within; her soul breaks to tears
How she longs to curtain the arduous phase
For her innocent children fill the graves
She will still wage a spirited battle
For the Lord she trusts listens to her call
She mustn't give up the hunt for the right
She mustn't shut up till her burden is light
Her bleeding will ne'er stop her breeding
Her dearth can ne'er death her hope
Newton Gatambia K - 2015
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