This is Africa

The raven rise with lighter wings
Displaying plumages powdered by morning
And fluttering round the oranged-creamed horizon

Butterflies befriend the flowers
And the streams puff saline melodies

It is morning again, Africa

After the bitter seasons of night
God sprayed His mat and sat
On the falling palms of our thatch

Songs blare from sagging yards
The voices, sonorous, rang among the mounts
Hurray! We have cured Africa
Drowned her dirth and impurities
In the sea of peace and unity.