The land that flows
with milk and honey
where are thy glories?
where are thy strenght?
am highly disappointed in thee
with these my heart
has become a citadel of shame
Horrible tangle with horror
grey hair never know peace
strive and strike they are
to make there bed
lad and lass toil day and night
to put a sun in their night
horror beget horror
they never get
Slavery and oppression is thy name
heh heh heh heh
land of peace
where beggers cry in agony
in the powerful nakedness of the sun
hitting their black back skin
as if the gods are angry of our sight
Africa! the land of plenty
where merciful and merciles
black politician hail from
who bossom the sweat and grims
of million toiling day and night
crushing them of their freedom
nevertheless, the tomtom
of revolution beats in our heart
for our ancestors to dig more
graves to the unjust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a naked truth costumed by the wit of poesy.I love your use of symbolism.