"Oh, Mama Africa, my heart aches for you, You nurtured us from scratch, with love true, Hoping knowledge and wisdom we'd imbue, But greed and wickedness consumed us, it's true. We forget we're from the same womb, despite our hue, Genes, color, and language may differ, but we're one, too. Mama Africa, now see how you've been torn, Wealthy children you have, but poor you've been born. They claim to be Africans, united by name, Yet they take foreign paths, abandoning your sacred flame. Mama Africa, your biggest pain are your own, The children you've nurtured, now leaving you to atone. Oh Mama Africa, your sleepless nights, Teaching morals, values, and what's right, Was it all in vain? I speak the truth, it's plain to see, Mama Africa's biggest pain is her own family.