WHO ARE WE?
"WHO
ARE WE?"
Who are we?
In this community of uncertainties,
Where Even the sun's brightness seems to discriminate,
Where the moon and stars are just a reflection of a happy few,
Where history has been hijacked by our strong men,
Who really are we?
Who are we?
In this community of uncertainties,
Where Even the sun's brightness seems to discriminate,
Where the moon and stars are just a reflection of a happy few,
Where history has been hijacked by our strong men,
Who really are we?
Who are we?
In this era of political and social evil,
Where only the strong are allowed strength,
And the weak and poor made comfortable with misery,
Where even God's appointed servants have no interest in the affairs of peasants,
But fix their eyes on the shining notes of the wealthy and wealthiest,
For a share of their own political communion,
Just to quench their greed.
In this era of political and social evil,
Where only the strong are allowed strength,
And the weak and poor made comfortable with misery,
Where even God's appointed servants have no interest in the affairs of peasants,
But fix their eyes on the shining notes of the wealthy and wealthiest,
For a share of their own political communion,
Just to quench their greed.
Where then is the plight of the
poor African child?
Running necked under the rain in abandoned African streets,
where is the plight of that poor Negro woman?
Who mother's Africa but remains motherless and homeless?
Where is the place of that poor African soil digger?
Who feeds the world but wallows in hunger and misery.
Where is the place of that African father?
Who lives in the slums of mother earth and is only known during political rallies.
Running necked under the rain in abandoned African streets,
where is the plight of that poor Negro woman?
Who mother's Africa but remains motherless and homeless?
Where is the place of that poor African soil digger?
Who feeds the world but wallows in hunger and misery.
Where is the place of that African father?
Who lives in the slums of mother earth and is only known during political rallies.
But all hope is not lost.
For there still a place under the sun,
For the unsung songs of the poor.
I hear a voice in the wilderness,
Asking for the liberation of all Africans from the chains of misery and the thorns of slavery.
For there still a place under the sun,
For the unsung songs of the poor.
I hear a voice in the wilderness,
Asking for the liberation of all Africans from the chains of misery and the thorns of slavery.
Oh! Yes, all this is possible.
If we preach strong institution and not strong men in Africa.
If we throw and burry our greed, hypocrisy, tribalism, enmity and jealousy,
And open our arms wide to the communal life of love, equal opportunities, peace and respect.
We must give every African a share of their dues.
If we preach strong institution and not strong men in Africa.
If we throw and burry our greed, hypocrisy, tribalism, enmity and jealousy,
And open our arms wide to the communal life of love, equal opportunities, peace and respect.
We must give every African a share of their dues.
From the hills of Kilimanjaro,
To the foot of mount Cameroon.
From the historic village of Kunu to the Chad basin and the rich Soils of mother Africa.
From the hearts of the mightiest to those of the weakest and poorest poorest,
Let smiles reign in the beautiful faces of all Africans,
Whether big or small.
Then every son and daughter of Africa shall say,
"I am somebody. "
To the foot of mount Cameroon.
From the historic village of Kunu to the Chad basin and the rich Soils of mother Africa.
From the hearts of the mightiest to those of the weakest and poorest poorest,
Let smiles reign in the beautiful faces of all Africans,
Whether big or small.
Then every son and daughter of Africa shall say,
"I am somebody. "
NTUI
OBEN OBI
29/04/2016.
29/04/2016.
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