Because beneath the sorrow, Africa still sings, Hope still rises, quiet as dawn at first, walking across your valleys, Hope rises from the marketplaces, from the farmers tilling stubborn ground, From the teacher with one book and 30 children, from the grandmother praying beneath a tree, From the youth who still dare to dream of freedom, justice, and peace, For we have hope, and not despair; for despair is loud, but hope is soft, hope is eternal,…
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