Cradle of mankind

baobab of the soul,

in your savannahs

and sacred forests

death dances.

 

You hear the echo, the scream

of the mother who

gives us diamonds

and receives armoured tanks.

 

Oh moribund

earth, for decades

greets the elderly

who take with them

ancestral treasures.

 

When will there be a dawn

for the generous

Mother Africa?