And of this I don't want my healing.
It flows in my veins
It rains down on me
Dripping, dropping until I am so cold.
Even when I catch a cold
The sun smiles down on me
To shake off every alien fever.
At crow up until the moon shows,
A taboo I dare not break
As the god's, in wisdom their ever saying mouth.
The African fever, my endless fever.
On her stretcher I daily find myself
As only her oxygen revives me time after time.
I can no longer hide the her in me and the me in her.
As we are forever one.
Her cry in my dreams is deeply heard
As all of my immortal being cries out MAMA!
And from her ebony breast I daily suck a higher fever; The Required Immune Conscious Syndrome.
I know my brothers outside the distant shores do miss,
Her soup and her song
Her rights and her wrongs
Her rise and her fall
Her fall like the Victoria it falls
And for her rise the sun will stand.
The greenness of her green, Herbal!
The mountains, the valleys and the hills, Spiritual!
The people and the will, The Fever!
The rulers and their greed, The rebellion!
The hunger and the endless waste, Our Failure!
And on our skin the fever really shows,
And in our hearts the drum beats survival.
And with the drums rolling and rumbling in a resounding force
Another African child just caught the fever at birth.
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