Underneath the African sun
Another white man lies on the ground, dying
They've been coming for a long time
for gold
diamonds, slaves
conquest, and land.
This is an old continent
Weathered, dry and flat.
Mosquitos, tetse and heat
The man does not belong here
He came to seek his fortune
Bauxite, oil, telecom
Now he will join his forefathers
African soil is thirsty
For a white man's blood
11/2004