Mama Africa

mama africa, black continent

I was the envy of many a great mothers

Mysterious and enchanting
Many of their children came seeking me for knowledge
My beauty lay not in what I looked like
But in my vast riches
I was the diamond in the rough
My children were born rich and proud
Yet they adopted greed and corruption
They lost their souls and identities
So I weep for my children
For they have forgotten whose children they are
I taught them moral values
They chose numerical values
But there is hope yet
They call me the black continent
I call myself Mama Africa

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