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Mother Africa

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?

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Thank you for your beautiful translations, and for including the poems both in original and translated form!
I don’t know if this relates, but the last line reminded me of an African proverb - “However long the night, the dawn will break” - perhaps the poet was referencing this?
Thank you again!

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