SORRY

African child you shine,
More than midsummer sun,
On a hot daytime.

Like the Moonlight midnight,
Your future is bright.
More than million burning candle,
Your glitter is endless.

You are spears of triumph,
Upon our nation,
The solid foundation,
Established on education,
For the next generation.

Yes you are,
Urmed soldiers ,
With back packs,
Filled with books and pens,
Running the race with no rest.

Here and there,
Stand in your positions,
And light up the land,
You are the lamps,
Pride of the nation,
Victory is your destination.