Africa, oh Africa,
Some say you rhyme with Antarctica,
Cold and desolate, yet full of vigor,
But they visit, only to explore and be in awe
When it\'s time to be a star, your cowardly expertise has to shine.
When democracy is a scam politics are in shams.
You sell your votes like you sell your soul,
To the devil who has nothing but a heart of stone.
You think he cares until one year when all you know is tremor and fear.
Four years have gone. Four years begin.
Our choice the same. Our fate reapeted.