My Dear Africa

 

I had a dream that one day my dear Africa could be on the top,

I had a dream, as a child,

That one day my dear Africa could stop being the synonym of war, disease and poverty.

I had a dream that one day all my brothers in Africa could know what freedom is,

And that they could live without wondering if coming days they’d be still alive.

I’m a dreamer,

I’m a believer,

And I do believe that one day «Mama Africa» could rise to the top.

However, even if I do believe that everything could change,

My dreams shatter at the same rhythm that wars happen.

By J-M!

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