Africa my Africa


Africa
Africa my Africa
Africa proud warriors in ancestral savannahs
Africa sings my grandmother
At the edge of the distant river
I t`ai ever known
But my eyes are full of your blood
Your lovely black blood spilled across the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your labor
The work of slavery
L`esclavage of your children
Africa tell me Africa
Is it you that back that curves
And sets under the weight of humility
This back trembling with red stripes
Who said yes to the whip on midday routes
Then a voice answered me seriously
Impetuous son this young and strong tree
This tree there
Splendidly alone amidst flowers
White and faded
It`s Africa Africa tone that pushes
That pushes patiently stubbornly
And the fruits of which have gradually
The bitter taste of freedom.

 juste pour rendre un hommage a DAVID DIOP