Pan-Africanism

Gently in breeze and wildly in wind
We’ll sweep off the legs that walked upon us

Panels of black skins, black voices, and feet
Has watered our roots and we’ll repeat

The sun that flogged our backs is here now,
To polish our blacks so we shine, bright.

Panels of black skins, black voices, and feats.
Kwame, Marcus, Robert Jomo, and us.

Tochi.