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Africa, a continent overwhelmed, get up
You make us hear your Multiple voice
Years of confinement supporting
Tierra del Fuego to bloody coups
Forgot cradle our pure humanity
Transformation pride in the land of varied
Colonization, uptake, soil overfished
being swept away by deadly conflict
Determined by others, grotesque giants
Your oral history has crossed oceans
Thy blood was shed in simple grooves
Where you have perished, glory, gross illusion
Sharing food, but lower pension
Evacuate the filth of our homes
reconstruction of our destroyed buildings
In-auras you removed a few small fruit?
Segregation discreet, powerful, plain
Yet so much effort out of the rut
Beautiful, generous, full of courage
By your new freedom, our fight insults
A poem Christel Roels .
