The clock ticking;
Anticlockwisely to the past,
Awakening memories of unclear clouds;
Of beauty that got decayed before arrival,
And beats that got danced to before sound.

The clock ticking;
Boom! Boom! Bang!
Stabbing to the badge of slavery,
Setting hands of suffering in default,
Aborting pregnancy of dignity and respect.

The clock ticking;
Clockwisely to the present,
Where sun rays the scattered sunshine;
And the sky of scattered moth has melt.
The wind of slaved air is uncaged.

It's our time now!
Sparkling teeth of joy,
Like children's getting bribed.
We are living in the dream of our ancestors.
It's our African time.

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