Africa reunite;
Give the poor kid a voice,
Free him from the hidden brutality
Let's stand tall above our past,
The same our fathers undressed,
And redressed itself in new outfits.
While we picked on each other,
Drawing lines of our differences
Unity slowly drifting further away,
History slyly crept back into our days
And successfully repeated itself
But this is the best we could do;
Fight each other in broad daylight....
To be continued
