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    We are high fliers cut from the wings of eagles;
    We are thunder carved from the roars of lions;
    We are currents sewn from the river banks;
    We are storms erupted from the nostrils of the buffalo;
    We are the beat pounding in the hearts of nature;
    We are the voice between the lips of tomorrow;
    We are young at heart with minds rubbed in wisdom;
    We are the generation of captives born free;
    We are black like crude oil;
    Our words rake in rain;
    Our voice breaks bondage;
    We are carved from strength;
    We are Africa.
    ©Eniafe Gbenga