In the tearful woes of ancient and modern slave in the degrading sweat of impure dance
of other seas
so
ad
The grieved tands of Africa
in the infamous sensauon of the stunning perfume of the
Flower
Crushed in the forest
By the wickedness of iron and fire
The grieved lands
The grieved lands of Africa
in the dream soon undone in jinglings of gaolers' keys
And in the stifled laughter and victorious voice of laments
And in the unconscious brilliance of hidden sensations
Of the grieved lands of Africa
Alive
in themselves and with us alive
protes
ems hea
porta​