Africa my beginning, Africa my end. I was born here and I will die here' Africa you bear my hopes and fears Poverty, famine, crime and AIDS are words which plague Mother Africa's name These demons bring me shame While people try to make Africa better, a few let the hardship overpower them Shame on them They give up hope and go about their knavish ways Even though there's hope on the horizon, be that as it may They continue to destroy what little Mother Africa has Africa is no longer what she was 'Mother Africa is weeping' Yet a new dawn may be creeping Mother Africa and her children are beautiful, they know their place in nature Even though hardship may corrupt good nature In the name of ALL that is good, I hope Africa will rise one day And we'll stop the suffering before she frays The words upon a famous poet, I hear 'Africa my beginning, Africa my end. I was born here and I will die here'