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My land my land

My land burns of a thousand fires of unwanted desires

of un-dead wants and needs



My land crouches but observes like a majestic lion ready to throw itself at its prey's throat

to press on it lungs and make him royal too

for we are royal when we consume an eagle

we are royal when we take in something royal



My land hides behind a baobab tree, an old big strong tree that appears feeble to its companion but will stand up last, strong and king of all, and from its trees, and branches stretches to remind the other trees where they come from

my land has the mystic and mystery, that spice others want and create, it has it already, it is engrained in us, in it.



My land wants nothing but new eyes, water squirted in the other's eyes, independence and no subordination, my land wants it and that's all it wants



When the sun goes down and huts appear like shallow paintings against the gold tinted wallpaper, that is when I go to sleep, but become alive.



My land my land, my land is Africa...