What are palms without wine?
Again, what are palms without oil?
Never a vegetation without soil.
Could there be kingdoms without kings
Could there be royalty without loyalty
The African clouds are heavy in heart
Yet they shed no rain
Those old men talk without speaking
So much noise but without a voice
Orators can chant what they may
But Oracles will show us the way
Alas! They’ve taken the lead off our leaders
They mortgaged the future and left in sorrow
The deformed epileptic leaders of tomorrow
So tell me the hope of breasts without sucklings
They could be big and firm, rage and dangle, but is destined to fall
Show me the dignity of uncovered coverings
Tell me the joy of moonlight without tales
We hear the cock-crow but where is the morning?
Empty clouds, lonely nights, unseen mornings…
Who can tell the passions of an African child?
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