in Africa a
savage heart
still surely beats
as black as
all her bleached
white bones
Africa my Africa
speak loud now
and speak true
are you realy
the exploited
or is it only you
have wandered too
far from your hills
green smiley smooth
where life only moves
a puff at a time
in the lips
from a pipe
of your mother so old
who has smiled so forever
and never been told
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