We are all citizens of Earth—
The soil beneath our feet
echoes the truth
of our brotherhood.
Yet walls have names,
and names have wounds.
From Cairo’s call to Cape Town’s hum,
we are one drum
echoing in many tongues;
The fabric of our beauty
has become the chains
of our unity.
The slight difference in
our tongue has become
the very monster that
kills our oneness.
No line drawn by colonizers' pens
can erase the rhythm in our bones.
No flag is holier than the soil beneath our soles.
Imagine—
passports n' visas replaced
our open palms,
and borders melts
racism into our
flavour of brotherhood.
A borderless Africa is not a dream—
it is a memory returning,
an anthem unfolding,
a future unchained.
We are not nations stitched apart—
we are a single heartbeat
in the body of Earth.
We are all citizens of Earth first,
Before the colour of our skin.