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Nkrumah

Let there be light

Nkrumah was her oil

 

Burning midnights in his widow\'s mite

As Africa struggled and toiled

 

He encountered the banter

All efforts were foiled

 

Mother of freedom

His compatriots call him father

 

Democracy was crippled

Nkrumah gave him legs

Freedom was impossible

Nkrumah thought it first

 

Travel the world over

It\'s Africa we belong

 

\'\'We are capable, now or never\'\'

 

Sage and wisdom, Nkrumah Meant better

 

His words never fail

They flourish

Breaking the wings of slavery

And soon they perish

 

In the North, South, East and West

At long last, Africa can rest