Yesterday
the darkest hour came before dawn,
scores of our own left our cold shores
and sought the warmth of her bossom,
this mother whose loving care we never can exhaust

Today;
she watches in utter disbelief and horror,
her heart struck as though pierced by an arrow,
the infant she nursed and pampered on her lap
has sucked her breast dry and wan

Infantile teething problems came and left
gaping wounds on her breasts,
and her offspring now lack nourishment
to still the pangs of hunger and thirst

Africa, mother, can you still stand?
you, whose eyes have run dry of tears,
you, whose dreams constantly turn into nightmares,
you, whose offspring turn and tear each other apart,
you, whose voice and shouts nobody cares to hear
how much more can your heart still bear?

Mother Africa, can you recover and heal again?
are these festering sores on your putrid breasts without end?
shall we ever again drink of the milk of your human kindness?

This darkest hour must give way to a new dawn!