Africa! Oh Africa,
The secrecy in the universe,
Open hell for the tyrant.

Africa! Oh my Africa
The attractive odds among even
Food of thought for the wise..

The invention of creativity,
A duplicate for the main frame.

The brutality of the highest order,
a duplicate for the main frame.

Bags of rotten eggs,
boxes of unpleasant smell.

Stable of sadness,
home of humbled greatness.

Arise now and take charge of your society
Lest we die like we were never a community.

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