Underneath the African sun
 
Another white man lies on the ground, dying
 
They've been coming for a long time
 
for gold
 
diamonds, slaves
 
conquest, and land.
 
 
 
This is an old continent
 
Weathered, dry and flat.
 
Mosquitos, tetse and heat
 
The man does not belong here
 
 
 
He came to seek his fortune
 
Bauxite, oil, telecom
 
Now he will join his forefathers
 
 
 
African soil is thirsty
 
For a white man's blood
 
 
 
11/2004