An Unknown Nation

Like a spider,
caught up in its own web
own web,
The African giant lies hopeless
lies hopeless,
With her fortune at low ebb
low ebb.
In a dark tight-knitted net, grim and sunless
grim and sunless.


O! great giant of the black race
black race,
Away and untraced,
is the summer- sprouting vine of your garden
your garden.
Ramshackled is your edifice
gold-inlayed by smiths with good grace
good grace.
And hell I now sight of your Eden
your Eden.


O! great giant,
even your assigned viceroy has vanished into thin air
thin air,
And behind,
your sheep is left in a tempest of dearth
tempest of dearth.
The concealed batches of infamy are now bare
now bare,
The godless,
have made a bedlam of the earth
the earth.



O! great giant,
The rivers weep at your lax laws and weak force
lax laws and weak force,
Laws once of the Medes and Persians
Medes and Persians.
Discipline truncated at source
at source ,
And moral decay,
sweeps through as vast as the oceans
as vast as the oceans.



O! great giant,
Scattered in your abode are yahoos.
As selfish as Sisyphus of Corinth.
But from these shackles will you not loose?
Eternity will you spend in this labyrinth?