Africa

The sons of Africa wanted to walk...
 An adventure that took them far away
 from the frontiers of the continent
 An adventure that taught them
 how things work elsewhere.
 Before, we welcomed the whole world with our
 Innate sense of hospitality, in dignity and nobility.
 We walked but when we wanted to enter their door,
 Those in Ceuta told us:
 "We don't have your innate sense of hospitality"
 The sons of Africa returned home, saying:
 Better an ugly woman than an empty room
 Because they'd heard that invaluable help
 had been offered to them there
 But they've had enough of empty promises
 Poverty will be Africa's destiny,
 Corruption will be Africa's destiny
 Governments will always get stuck in the sand
 Africa is destined for war, for genocide
 Until the United Nations
 in their development programmes,
 Decide to help Africa to:
 Reduce its poverty, Reduce its AIDS pandemic
 Reduce the death of its children
 Reduce what Mother Africa owes to others
 Broken promises, of equity, solidarity.
 The illusion is false, even if the dream is allowed
 Africa will make its own way, after a fashion, because
 My Negro pride will always be called Mambo
 And we are all in the same boat
 Help! Enough helped Africa
 Africa will make its own way, in its own way!