AFRICA, SHE TOO CAN CRY (Anonymous)

Vestibules, vestry, sack cloth
Not all is Africa. Sahara,
Mountain, mountain bike okay and lots of
Dry ice.
Shake it to me baby!
Come smoke my pipe.
Africa. Oh Africa she too can moan, groan
And in her finale?
Let rip.
Dusty sandals, Noah s sweat, Gabriel's sigh
Africa, you. Oh Africa, she too can cry.

Gnomes, Gideon, folklore
Rent a camel, a sway in his back.
Pyramids, Tutenkhamenn, Egypt screams:
Africa, beloved country
She too can cry.
Cymbals in the desert, dried air, a tent
Calling, calling, let the shepherds and their goats in.
A scroll, a message in a bottle, a paper clip
Sing, bard, sing anthems, praises, stern choirs
Oh Africa! Our Africa! Africa she too can cry!

Foam
swims with dolphins, sack cloth
to make you dry.
Shabeens, braais, paper deliveries,
Africa's people.
The desert rose, a crystal and
a shimmer in the misty heat.
Baobabs, tubular men throw up their arms,
Panic? Statues, desperate frozen relief.
The Namib, the child of, the bosom to . . . .
Africa.
Africa weeps for her people in shanty town
Weep Africa, weep.
Africa, Africa she too can cry!

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