If it be but a dream,
Just as uncle Festus
Had chanted it with us
And Mama Africa believes it’s a dream
Then when I’m I to wake up
From this unwholesome condition
From this unjustified suppression
From these whole things heating me up?
A lion had driven me to an island
To a lone tree, where I climb for safety
At top, there is a python; nature had left me no pity
Looking down, crocodiles surround the island.
If this be, but a dream,
Then I must wake up!
I must wake up
To end this night of horror,
Where everything is nothing, but terror.
Aye! I must wake up!
Still, the question comes again
When will that be?
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