MY LAND(AFRICA)

MY LAND

Africa of glad champions in familial Savannahs

Africa of whom my grandma sings

On the banks of the far off stream

I have never known you

In any case, your blood streams in my veins

Your delightful dark blood that floods the fields

The blood of your perspiration

The perspiration of your work

Crafted by your servitude

Africa, let me know Africa

Is this your back that is twisted

This back that breaks under the heaviness of embarrassment

This back shaking with red scars

Also, expressing yes to the whip under the noontime sun?

In any case, a grave voice responds to me

Hasty kid that tree, youthful and solid

That tree around there

Magnificently alone in the midst of white and blurred blossoms

That is your Africa jumping up once more

jumping up persistently, stubbornly

Whose natural product little by little gets

The unpleasant taste of freedom.

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