O Shadowy Africa!
The sun
of whited civilization
Has
now blotted thy last spectre thin.
O cheer
the victory O!
The
thick and dense darkness is shattered
The
cloud-grey coast ravished
There
the loving merchant-hero has appeared
Promptly
to drench your bare virginity
With
the sperm of civility
Upon the
blood-dowry of your afflicted heart.
Be
pregnant, O Africa.
Bring
forth the bastard of business
Hurriedly
to your lap.
Let
the lifespan be rounded.
The
plump tongue-lolling greed
Blood-swollen
seed of trade
Let
it sprout out full.
Cheer
O,
The deformed,
palsied begotten of impotence—
The
frenzied lust-crested coward, sustenance is his suicide.
O Africa!
Upon
the dormant death of the trader’s trade
Swiftly
as lightning
Time’s deceitful move will
impregnate the skeleton
O Africa! O bawdy continent!
The
multitudes of millennial darkness
Of
your cleft equator will someday
Be enkindled with severe labour-pain.
Cheer
O,
The new birth that trembles
out churning death,
Cheer
the victory O!
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