Like a spider, caught up in its own web own web, The African giant lies hopeless lies hopeless, With her fortune at low ebb low ebb. In a dark tight-knitted net, grim and sunless grim and sunless. O! great giant of the black race black race, Away and untraced, is the summer- sprouting vine of your garden your garden. Ramshackled is your edifice gold-inlayed by smiths with good grace good grace. And hell I now sight of your Eden your Eden. O! great giant, even your assigned viceroy has vanished into thin air thin air, And behind, your sheep is left in a tempest of dearth tempest of dearth. The concealed batches of infamy are now bare now bare, The godless, have made a bedlam of the earth the earth. O! great giant, The rivers weep at your lax laws and weak force lax laws and weak force, Laws once of the Medes and Persians Medes and Persians. Discipline truncated at source at source , And moral decay, sweeps through as vast as the oceans as vast as the oceans. O! great giant, Scattered in your abode are yahoos. As selfish as Sisyphus of Corinth. But from these shackles will you not loose? Eternity will you spend in this labyrinth? |