It is hard to see, hard to tell, hard to believe
The mess caused, the deep scars on her skin
Seeing her laying bare, naked
Suffering the misery, loneliness and left with sadness
A weeping eye in her chest
A crown of thorns on her head
A taste of bitterness in her mouth
She groans and travails in pain
Her children are now a burden
So much wickedness, she can't anymore
She's really tired with all the opposition
Broken by all the negativities hitting her
She has decided to let her feeling out
The land is dried, thirsty
They say the whole world is weeping
But Africa is wailing, crying out loud
She's hurt, hurt beyond repair
She's suffering, Mother Africa is suffering
Oh Brethren, can't we see?
Can't we see the suffering weep?
Can't we see she's hurt too deep?
Can't we see there's no more dignity to keep?
Our Mother is crying
They assume we are undeveloped and need all the help in the world
No, they didn't do this, we created the image ourselves
We grew up with the mentality drummed into our minds that Africans are 'suppossed' to be like this
Not doubting that mentality, we have made it a reality
And that reality is leading to our fatality
Mother Africa is crying
Development all around us but we don't see it
We are utilised, made to think we're the poor useless ones
But we're strong
Though we cry, our eyes do not redden
They're tears for a better future
A better future that depends on our present
Africa is dying...
She's dying but not dead
She needs our help
We need to keep her alive
For when she dies, we live no more
I hear the wails of our land
I see the tears of our home
I see the brokenness of our continent
I see the wounds of our beautiful lady
I smell the stink of a messed land
I feel the pain of the undeserving
I see the division of a family
Africa is crying...
Could someone ask Mother why?
Oh Great Africa, why cry out this loud?