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 delivers diamonds

and receives armoured tanks.

 

O dying land,

that for decades

has met the elders,

the elders who keep

the ancestral treasures.

 

When will dawn break

for generous

Mother Africa?