Africa

Plagued with an unimaginable measure of beauty She sits somewhere between the Indian and the Atlantic Her history boasts of nothing but debauched slavery Having served leaders who were very autocratic She boasts of a vast expanse of unexploited vegetation An even greater magnitude of untapped mineral resources Yet her people reside in abject deprivation As they look beyond their motherland to external sources Famine, drought and diseases are her nemesis Her leaders never seem to be sensitive to her plight Amassing wealth for themselves and families Ignoring the very reason for their current might Oh Africa my motherland Bursting with glory and heavenly blessings May the good Lord stretch forth His hand To bless thee with leaders worthy of your consecrations