Dark Continent

Listen to sound rise from the plain;
Voices parched cry out for rain.
Echoes travel across the land
Deep groans soar from burning sand.
Grateful hearts that sin no more
Africa looks heaven toward.
Daughter seeks, weeps, implores
Hunger rumbles forest to shore.
Father hears the frantic plea,
Chooses a son to set Her free.
Ordinary man, extraordinary vision,
One agreed to accept the mission.

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