Africa
Your sons and daughters
Triumph in a faraway land
Freed from all fetters
Travails of our grandmothers
And grandfathers have
Unlocked the prison doors
And made room for the walk to freedom
When God turned again the captivity
Of the children of Africa
We were like they that dream dreams
From our fathers
And carry the glories
From our mothers
Ours is a story scribbled in blood
Stolen from fields of gruesome massacre
Of a people robbed of choice
But free at last
We their chillun
Celebrate the victory of the past
With a resounding blast
Hallelujah we're free at last
No more slaves
But joint heirs of the land
In which our fathers were apes
And our mothers raped
Our freedom is blood bought
And free we shall remain
Whatever the cost.
Akpan
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