Africa, <br />To you whose soil provides our life <br />The flourishing palms land of black brows’ honour. <br />Africa the diadem of the greatest divinity <br />The land of sacred radiating sun <br />We your children know the power of the burning sun, <br />Reflecting on our shinning colours. <br />By heavenly compulsion, <br />We live in the sun that they dread <br />And by spherical necessity, <br />We rest in the moon. <br /> <br />There is everything in our every land <br />Our wealth is within, <br />Our treasures overcome time <br />Oh realms of measureless depth. <br /> <br />Africa, <br />Our home and succour <br />Who can fathom the greatness of our black beauty <br />Or overrun our confidence and greatness? <br />Come people come <br />We welcome all. <br />Come see the Africa that you dream of from far away <br />Home call to all who tyrant stole away <br />In the dispensation of colonial slavery. <br /> <br />The spirit of Africa is strong, bold and true <br />Come, our fertile climates will sustain you <br />Our ancestors will lay their hands on you, <br />The blessing of the land will overtake you <br />Africa our home, our soil.<br /><br />macaulay akinbami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/africa-our-soil/
