Everyone has touched the apex of time
I see with joy climax of time
The clock struck all parts of the planet
Now l listen to the drum and clarinet.
The clock slowly moves but it moves surely
Nature is just the honest in grooves
You remain a victim of worst imperial
Exploitation and injustice of ugly colonel.
Slowly but surely the needle is moving
The divine weaver is busy weaving
A lovely dress for you
A happy prosperous redress for you
You will forget your entire past grievances and grieving.
Make preparations for your rhymes Africa
Ahead of you they is a wonderful lovely time Africa
Its your turn ooh Africa, l smell good things
Arise and shine, with your gold land.
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