África

My name is Africa... My name is Africa… the one who once made Eden jealous and today the gloomy four horsemen consume me hunger, war, plague, and beasts that vomit fire. My name is Africa… Africa in the flesh Africa torn veil Africa perverted Africa stopped clock My name is Africa. My name is Africa... My name is Africa… You look at me and don't see me, or maybe you don't want to see me; or perhaps where you are, the pleas of my poor children who, like yours, bore women, are not heard. My name is Africa… Africa empty hands Africa big eyes Africa swollen belly Africa wire legs My name is Africa. My name is Africa... My name is Africa wandering in a world that neither releases me nor takes me; unloading at the southern docks of the Thames, harvesting the Duero, sweeping Paris, building Rome. My name is Africa… Africa sorrow that sings Africa prisoner Africa bleeding and pilgrim in a raft. My name is Africa… Africa broken doll Africa clandestine Africa, from which flowers sprout from the thorns. My name is Africa… Africa… Africa… Africa…