Father Africa! At a token ignorance, br You have given your inheritance: br To strangers you gave so much. br White fellows who did not eat in our dish. br Behold, with some sham laughter, br They transacted for few daughter; br They brought clothes and rums and guns br To shackle away your sons. br Father Africa, foolish you! br br Lo! See Mama Africa's cry br Her hapless tears can not dry br On her black beautiful - dark dimples. br Oh Africa, chaos ripples. br See your sons brutally unfair br Taking hostage His own kin at warfare, br Selling them at ludicrous token. br Oh Africa, your woes betoken! br br The sun rose in great grief br And shambled to rest in dumb disbelief, br The rivers pensive in their banks. br Our follies deserve no thanks; br Africa sold her pride at Twenty Pounds, br Her offspring shackled to foreign grounds br On a fettered peregrination to the coasts, br Where they await shipment to wicked hosts. br br Father Africa, foolish you! br Had those token Twenty Pounds br Suffice the pandemic poverty that pounds br You and your offspring on the head? br Those you sold - million tears shed br You caused them sorrowful spirituals to sing br They endlessly labour'd where trepidations ring, br They suffer'd severe discomfort - unfair! br They dwelt in dejected despise and despair.