Africa

Africa

The stories of old
That have been told
To the children

When the day was done and the fiery sun
Swung low on some far away horizon
The Zulu came as one with their war cry hum
That shook the hearts of those who had despised them

Africa your myths abound
Tales bear the frightening sounds of plunder
Deep below your red brown dust
Came the gold that stirred the lust
And white mans hunger

Africa you have bled now for so many years
Will your children ever dry their tears
Africa although my skin is white
I think about you in my dreams at night, Africa

So white man had begun to use the dreaded gun
And turn it on all those who would defy him
As the rivers run so death had come
Then all the earth was filled with dead and dying

Africa what could have been
If those men were not so kean
To burrow under
But they cast all else aside
Leaving you with just your pride
To make you stronger

Africa you have bled now for so many years
Will the children ever dry their tears
Africa although my skin is white
I think about you in my dreams at night, Africa

Now the time has come to mend what has been done
And find a way to rebuild trust, not anger
To rulers of the land we must walk hand in hand
With those who would lay a trail of danger

Africa it's not too late
Cast aside your bitter hate
Don't play with thunder
Men are men and they make mistakes
Lost in he who hesitates
You could go under

Africa you've bled for so many years
Will the children ever dry their tears
Africa although my skin is white
I think about you in my dreams at night, Africa