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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
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?

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Anna

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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