Africa My Africa

One among the seven of them A unique color all the same As though I would not face the race But still the black skin was my case I smile, I laugh and now regain And if I’d chance to choose again Africa, Africa my Africa! A race in which all men have aim So strong, well fixed in strength and fame As if by trick and charm it works The blacks have come to walk their words Let’s pray, let’s aim, let’s hope and see All men, all-living, man-made and sea Through Africa, the peace you seek, perceive!