Father Africa! At a token ignorance,
You have given your inheritance:
To strangers you gave so much.
White fellows who did not eat in our dish.
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Thou, who hath the spirit of poetry;
Unto thee today I bow to call
To the service and worship of poetry.
I entreat and bid thee to my call.
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I, who will die
And entombed under a stone
Amid of sands I'll lie
I'll be too conscious to groan.
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He tries not to meditate evils
Nor with his hands sordidly paddles
He who knows he is ephemeral
He disports not himself at funeral.
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Like these innocent children,
We gathered submitting our rights
To you, these honourable men
Who have led us to this place of plights.
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