<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392393" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of Mother Africa</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old man sits beside the Council Chamber, stretches out his hand<br>The officers pass by, their minds on paper<br>The small shields of security drawn around him by the month<br>Don’t protect him from the night and dusts of winter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The land used up and over, cattle die up to their necks in mud<br>Choppers cross the border to machine-gun ivory<br>The villages have lost their trees and cannot nurse back any<br>So many children science left, to mothers of this Africa</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They wait within prefabricated words and walls<br>For the big black pots to fill with food of conscience<br>And when the meal is over, the bells of cities ring<br>For shifts of building bricks in export industry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shopping mall is crowded when the pay is out<br>The queues of supplication jumped by family or favour<br>The dust of town is somehow of a much more bitter flavour<br>Than the early morning milk of Mother Africa</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I’m singing of the beauty of her eyes -<br>I’m thankful for the way she changed my life -<br>Of stars that fade as people rise and build their fires<br>In the early morning mists of Mother Africa.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392393" data-title="Song of Mother Africa de Frank Bana" data-description="The old man sits beside the Council Chamber, stretches out his hand The officers pass by, their minds on paper The small shields of security drawn around him by the month Don’t protect him from the night and dusts of winter The land used up and..."></div> </div> </div>

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