MY EQUIVOCAL WHIMPERS ON AFRICA

MY EQUIVOCAL WHIMPERS ON AFRICA

Africa of the widowed mothers
Africa of the wrinkled dry faces
I cry, I try to let tongue navigate
Africa, in whimpers I have to tell.

My memory remembers you wept
My memory tells you were whipped
In caravans you walked to eastern
Eastern, western, a stranger on land!

Africa, tiny magnanimous Africa
Africa tricked by genius pamper
Matured Africa, worn in pampa
Trafficked and slashed Africa.

And a flag independence you grabbed
Into your shivering hands you collapsed
Lacking sovereignty of your richness
Behind your door they stole your riches.

I pity and scream for your noble death
From the terrains and corners of land
Blood is filling your land with curses
Africa crawling in jingles and chains.

I plead the minority puppets and egoists
I plead the hollow humanity noble beings
I plead the cries of innocent noble souls
Dying on earth of reluctant poor leaders.

I plead for bloodshed in Congo lands
Celebrities brought by fierce mankind
Kissing blood and sitting on evil thrones
This is Africa, Africa of the minorities.