Of God.
Of mercy.
Of the calling
and called.
The veiled
and the blessed.
Of you,
the continuing perfection,
the servant.
The passing
of the pages
that burned
of the cities
that burned
of the lovers God sent.
Line of soldiers
trying to forget
etches of history.
Say Africa: Africa, Africa.
Say millions drowned
their feet shaking
our silence.
Africa, Africa...
Of malady.
Of malice.
Of melody,
of prayer.