Freedom CRY FOR AFRICA

FREEDOM CRY FOR AFRICA

By Lucy Isaiah

Founder, Black Female Entrepreneur Greenwich

In the cradle of dawn, where the sun first kissed,

Africa stands—and her children persist.

Chained not by iron, but by greed and lies,

Dreams drown beneath corrupted skies.

Oh youth of Africa—brave, unshaken, bold,

Fighting for futures stolen, bartered, sold.

Through deserts they march, through seas they flee,

Chasing hope across a hostile sea.

Some never return.

Some lose their name.

Swallowed by waves or buried in shame.

Others live in shadows, wounded, unseen,

Broken by systems, robbed of their sheen.

Our daughters—queens, once crowned in light

Now trade their pride just to survive the night.

Their dignity stripped in foreign lands,

While home decays at greedy hands.

Shame!

To the leaders who sold our soul,

For crumbs of gold and control of coal.

Shame on traitors who dimmed the flame,

Trading our glory for power and fame.

They gather in rooms with velvet floors,

Plotting our poverty behind closed doors.

Sipping wine, with imperial tongues,

While Africa cries and the vulture hums.

But not today!

Not this May!

This Africa Month, we rise to say:

We sing for Mali!

We roar for Burkina Faso!

We march with Niger—no longer hollow!

To every youth who dares to dream,

You are the fire, you are the stream.

You are the thunder, the storm, the song

You are the right in centuries wrong.

FREEDOM TO AFRICA!

Peace to her soil!

Let her harvest grow from righteous toil.

Viva Africa! Our sacred earth!

Viva the youth—who give her worth!