The past has painted a dreary history
with emblems of bittersweet memories,
Benign soaring deeds in almost everything,
but generations to come will be a surprise.
When worlds far apart ceremoniously unite,
to leave the lowered frown of awful gloom.
Deplume made Africa arise from trampled dirt,
to be admired in fiercer clouds coming down.
With every drapery breath changing place,
Destiny hands over the elusive realms in time,
Casting crowns to a forgotten race of eminence,
To Bring them out from the labyrinth of decline.
Into a glorious sunshine far and high as the stars,
Joyful alliance made combined nations proud,
in greater orbits, their planets have no slaves,
Wearing paradise on their heart under a shroud.
Africa arise out of the screen of banners forgotten,
In the distant sphere, see a reign less radiant now,
Could that vapour be a drop of mono tint dream?
With Caribbean faces looking through the window.
Narrowing the refit gap, brace for future impact,
although hope seems very far away,
Africa will arise to stand upon the mountain top,
when the vision becomes light as the day.