Bikes and broken bakkies <br />Abandoned by a stream <br />Renaissance and rebirth <br />In the blood of a bad dream <br />I still believe in Africa <br />How she will rise again <br /> <br />Living with the virus <br />And determined to endure <br />She learns to use the remedy <br />While science finds the cure <br />City life spills endlessly <br />Upon the open plain <br />I will believe in Africa <br />And she will rise again <br /> <br />Bandits shoot the tyres <br />Desk jockeys steal the grain <br />The cream is scooped up from the top <br />The well holds tears of rain <br />Still Africa has never lost <br />Her morning sunshine face <br />And all the sins of history <br />Prepare to be erased <br /> <br />I stood so still on Otse Hill <br />As the birds passed by <br />And watched the distant lightning <br />Paint the Transvaal sky <br />The rain stops at the border <br />One night it will cross over <br />To meet the morning sun <br /> <br />And from the ash of cruelties <br />Her new rainbow will come.<br /><br />Frank Bana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-still-believe-in-africa/
