Africa Africa my Africa Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs Africa of whom my grandmother sings On the banks of the distant river I have never known you But your blood flows in my veins Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields The blood of your sweat The sweat of your work The work of your slavery Africa, tell me Africa Is this your back that is unbent This back that never breaks under the weight of humilation This back trembling with red scars And saying no to the whip under the midday sun But a grave voice answers me Impetuous child that tree, young and strong That tree over there Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers That is your Africa springing up anew springing up patiently, obstinately Whose fruit bit by bit acquires The bitter taste of liberty.
@deepthics8624 жыл бұрын
Mam what is meant by bitter taste of liberty? What does the tree amidst white faded flowers indicate?
@fabricworld15244 жыл бұрын
Literary world 2020 പുതിയ ചാനൽ കമന്റ് പ്ലീസ്. രണ്ടും ഒരാൾ തന്നെയാ
@sumanvp86154 жыл бұрын
Can u please do 'Family Dinner' By Dom Moraes
@fabricworld15243 жыл бұрын
ഈ ചാനലിൽ അപ്ലോഡ് ലോഡ് ചെയ്യാൻ കഴിയില്ല. പുതിയ ചാനൽ literary world 20 20 യിൽ കമന്റ് ലൈക് പ്ലീസ് രണ്ടും ഒരാളുടെ ചാനൽ 🙏🙏