Bless you, Mother.  I remember the days of my fathers,  the evenings of Dyilor That deep-blue light of the night sky on the land sweet at ev...

Naked woman, black woman Clothed with your colour which is life, with your for which is beauty! In your shadow I have grown up; the gentlene...

For grand organ ii Lord, God, forgive white Europe.  It is true Lord, that for four enlightened centuries,  She has scattered the baying and...

Brother-teeth flashing in the cant of compliments Brother-gold-rimmed glasses Across eyes that go blue at a word from the Master  Poor broth...

The lights of the city glide within me  but do not pierce through me with their glitter  deep in me there will persist the black depths  of ...

Dry your tears, Africa! Your Children come back to you Out of the storm and squalls of fruitless journeys Through the crest of the waves and...

Listen comrades of the struggling centuries  To the keen clamour of the Negro from Africa to the Americas They have killed Mamba  As they ki...

Brothers whose youth they would tear in shreds Do not look for truth among their simpering words Among paternalist yes-men and backstairs ...

OURS TO PLOUGH NOT TO PLUNDER The earth is our to plough and plant The hoe is her barber The dibble her dimple Out with mattocks and mac...

  Now I will chant a salute to my Ogun O Belligerent One, you are not cruel. The Ejemu, foremost chief of Iwonran Town, He who smartly accou...