Where the heart is.

Africa
Land of beauty and riches
The cradle of mankind
Brushed by the glimmering rays of Islam
A land ravaged by the greedy
A land torn apart by war and poverty
Struck down by disease and tribal feud
She suffers this land
The rivers run red with blood of the slayed innocents
Yet one glance as the sun sets
Upon the distant baobab tree
And the heart is made hopeful
That the African sunset will
Once more settle
Upon tranquil land