How long will you lie down with discomforts?
All pollutions are forced down your throat
Your only hope of survival is in dustbin
You sleep on your treasures without consent
Scratch Your belly to find your resources
Develop wings of an eagle and fly
Don't settle on hills but on mountains
Let your belly be allergic to corruption
Your children survives on crumbs
Your sons are shot on foreign streets
You nurse the wounds of skin colour
A spark of change strikes in your belly oh Africa
You have build castles in foreign lands
All energy has been sapped and drained
A hunger in your belly is evident
You have drunk enough poison , your belly murmurs
Your own children deserts you to foreign lands
Some are looking for green pastures only to starve and die
Your sons are buying coffins in new worlds, their minds are poisoned.
You open your mouth and force them down in your belly
Call your people and play their tunes
Listen to their melodies and dance to their rithym
Civilizations are under your belly
All your hidden potential codes can be scratched
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I can only rejoice when my people are at peace , when they achieve their dreams in Africa, and when they develop their countries
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