2021.08.24.
Africa
The inevitability of war anticipates a collapseIf I speak, then he is right
Armageddon is more than fear
It's love, it's tears and blood
Of your sons
Your hair is like twigs
Your thoughts are white chalk
Once I didn't wake up
Because I was hanging
Africa in your arms
Your sun is in my eyes
Africa
Black on white - someone was wrong
I am an unplanned son of African herbs
I dance reggae on dirty snow
My shadow is on your shore
My dear Africa