Song of Penance

Cheer up, Mother
See your children
Returning From a prodigal trip
They return to you
From the Snow and the Winter
They have drank their fill
Of the beer of segregation
And have eaten the bitter bread
Of reformed racism
equal but separate...
Their senses are now disvirgined
To treasure your measure:
The forests; waters;oils;peoples...
Cheer up, Mother
See your children
Return with machines from yonderland
Singing songs of penance
They return to crown you:
"Leader of all Civilisation"'
O Mother Africa!

Saintmoses EhisA Eromosele