Heed the song from Africa!
Echoes from Sahara to The Atlantic.
Land of towering and valiant ancestry,
enduring hearts, persevering spirits.
Propaganda, the devourers surfaced.
Breeding strife with great gusto.
Ravaging wolves in sheep’s clothing.
Subtle sophistry, their ultimate weapon.
Alas! the twilight’s clarion call.
Retributive justice tailing its harbinger.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Inevitable destiny, apparently forgotten.
Wail oh land! Groan in profound anguish.
Cradle of beauteously diverse heritage.
Pride of the golden age.
Dancing in utter desolation.
Like the seemingly purposive moth,
roasting and stewing in their own juice.
In vain, their toil and labour.
To the land, will there be succour.
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