Dream On Africa

Dream On Africa long poem

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Dream on all ye decedents of Kunta
Boldly go wherever you dared to go
Be happy ,sing aloud Hakunamatata
Dream of the precious gems of Congo
Dream on Africa ,Dream Mr .Kenyatta .

Dream on all ye daughters of Africa
Undulate all your rounded backsides
Dance on all you dark ebony women
Yes,for you’re truly Mandingo brides
Dream Africa ,Dream Sarah Baartmann

Play on ye blessed children of Africa
Gallop wild like the stripped Zebras
Jump just as Masais in nature’s arena
Yes Indeed you’re all Timbuktu’s divas
Dream Africa ,Dream Sundiatta Keita .

Dream about all of Africa my brothers
Be traditional and maintain our culture
But remain loving to our beautiful sisters
For in their wombs lies Africa’s future
Dream on Africa ,Dream ye sons of Algiers .

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