The past has painted a dreary history
With emblems of bittersweet memories,
Benign soaring deeds in almost everything,
But generations to come will be a surprise.
When worlds far apart ceremoniously unite,
To leave the lowered frown of awful gloom.
We will see Africa arise from trampled dirt,
To be admired in fiercer clouds coming down.
With every drapery breath changing place,
Destiny hands over the elusive realms of time,
Casting crowns to a forgotten race of eminence,
Bring them out from the labyrinth of decline.
Into a glory shining far and high as the stars,
Joyful alliance made combined nations proud,
In greater orbits, their planets have no slaves,
Wearing paradise in their heart under a shroud.
Africa arise out of the screen of banners forgotten,
In the distant sphere, see a reign less radiant now,
Could that vapor be a drop of monotint dream?
With Caribbean faces looking through the window.
Narrowing the refit gap, brace for future impact,
although hope seems very far away,
Africa will arise to stand upon the mountain top,
when the vision becomes light as the day.
