Oh! Giant of Africa...

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My giant of Africa,
World pontification can't
Your pernicious wounds cure
While as social ants you go
Clustering your hemorrhaging
Hearts in a small brightless box
Scatter! for freedom to shine
Than wildly sprinkling blood
For a priggish atonement of sin.

Our giant of Africa,
Your legitimate multifarious seeds
Falsely they faithfully bear your name
Denying to defend your perilous unity
And upholding your bruised honour
You gladly cast the spirit of peril
On your ugly self for worst.

My giant of Africa,
As a spellbound dog
You breed and much them for food
To your posterity a hellish paradise
Your heartful certificated hands
Wallow in the cities as vagabonds
Searching for a new Heaven
Who can prognosticate your wounded future?

Our giant of Africa,
Even your invisible earthly water
Stands to be your hilly reason
For grievous ethnic wars
Sipping the blood of your blood
Staining the blood of your blood
Staining your bright future
Yet your ugly glossy face
Has no name, no future and no hope.