Wealth in people

Verse 1: In the vastness of Africa, where borders cut through kin, the legacies of the past, not just in the soil or the air, but in the very way power breathes, dictates the rhythm of life, the pulse of nations. Chorus: In the shadow of imposed lines, where power was once imposed, not earned, new paths must emerge, where institutions rise from within, crafted by hands that know the land, Africa's story, beyond the scars, a reclamation of voice, and the promise of self-determined futures. Verse 2: Colonial lines, drawn with careless hands, left scars that still bleed, institutions built not for prosperity, but for extraction, echo in the corridors of modern states, where leaders grapple with ghosts, and the promise of what could be. Chorus: In the shadow of imposed lines, where power was once imposed, not earned, new paths must emerge, where institutions rise from within, crafted by hands that know the land, Africa's story, beyond the scars, a reclamation of voice, and the promise of self-determined futures. Verse 3: Robinson speaks of the struggle, not just for resources, but for something deeper, the right to self-determine, to rewrite the narrative, of a continent too often defined by what was taken rather than what remains.