Beneath a sun, both fierce and bright,
A crown of gold, a kingly sight.
Black like the night, yet wisdom gleams,
A leader born, so history seems.
Clothed in robes of woven thread,
A leopard’s power overhead.
Queens adorned with beads and rings,
Their voices strong, the music sings.
From savanna vast to jungle deep,
Royals rise, their stories keep.
Mansa Musa, with gifts of gold,
Candace fierce, a tale untold.
Sjung by griots, beneath the moon,
Legacies whispered a vibrant tune.
Justice, courage, hearts aflame,
African royalty, a whispered name.
Caravans cross, a desert’s way,
Empires rise, then fade away.
Yet in the drumbeat, the rhythm strong,
The echoes linger, all life long.