AF RI CA Africa, a continent dark, yet filled with light, Place of much sorrow, cradle of humanity, Blighted by the past, and strangled by the present, Black for the land rich and fertile, vast beyond belief, Red for the blood of people many, spilled and wasted, Green for hope an d progress, growing everywhere, Colors of a land beyond time, ancient, yet new. In Africa I have known both snow and desert, Fire and ice, a Eden with an edge, wasted margins, Brave warriors, beautiful women mingled... Sign in to see full entry.