At night, fanned by the light Of an African Moon Glistening instrument of splendor Make a lion roar While Aids devours the continent Chewing inside its rhythms
Instruments of joy Partisan fractions Fumble fragrant futures Wind, string, percussion Strong hips, Execrated praise, Hosannas
As prostitutes and babies default on their faults Gazelles run and lions race Witness Western Africa drown In the drought of UN observers Blue handkerchiefs and ineptitude Serving as their warning flags