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HISTORY LESSON

africa

Oh how have we_ the children of the soil
Oh how have we_ forgotten the sound of our names
Oh how have we_ despised the beauty of the sun
Oh how have we_ kept quite about our story
Oh how have we_ sang songs of strangers
Oh how have we_ slept under darkness

History has been captured by the sons of perdition
the sons who have stolen our heritage
hiding it in the deepest of a pit
day and night we forget about the history
that has been passed down from generation to generation
by our loving ancestors

Oh how have we_filled our eyes with dust
Oh how have we_altered our way of doing things
Oh how have we_ despised our own kind
Oh how have we_ sold our morality
Oh how have we_chased the vain teachings of our enemies
Oh how have we_been deafened by the charms of wicked men

History has become a lie to the modern fool
Only the curious irritates the sin out of a sinner
a mind not satisfied by what they are told
History sings her song from the grave
from the one who has driven it to the ground
History can still be saved by its own_if only they would listen

Oh have we_formulate conclusions with foolish tales
Oh have we_ looked in the mirror of deception
Oh how have we_turned our backs to their proverbs of art
Oh how have we_used religion to seduce our daughters
Oh have me_created systems that caused a great terror to traditions
Oh how have_ we dug up the graves our the dead to study their authenticity

Arise_spirit of the young prophets of Africa
Arise_ spirit of the great loin
History is asleep no more History is being resurrected
the chains of the sons of perdition have been broken
The children who hold the scepter of revelation
comforting the memories of their ancestors

Oh how have we_ the children of the soil
Oh how have we_ forgotten the sound of our names
Oh how have we_ despised the beauty of the sun
Oh how have we_ kept quite about our story
Oh how have we_ sang songs of strangers
Oh how have we_ slept under darkness

The Descendants of the warriors of Eden have awoken
The daughters are singing songs of triumph
History is being accompanied by the mothers of dignity
The stars can no longer withhold their gift of light
The deserts are flowing with waters of life
The history of Africa has come back to the children of the soil