There must come a time, mate
Where a constellation of ideas must coalesce
Never to leave Africa to the ideals of fate
But drive the change we desire n' defeat the menace
Dark's the past we're from
Strange's the presence we roam
Stiff seems be the future, should we not reform
For we seem all for nothing but mere foam
29 May 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem