Contar Africa

Tis of a truth about Africa, An idea seducing my ear at the eventide: He's a dwarf Bearing a gigantic burden, Dazed by weariness, Betrothed to heaviness. Diverse folks standing beyond the margin, Admonishing him: 'Move,Move,harder,harder', You can get here,if not faster', Come,ho!,slower,slower, Strangle the motion,trials're better. But could he move? The burden stayed his leg: You want a proof? Ask the bird! He being a cubits above the earth, His burden 105 cubits preparing his death. He bears the burden Or his burden bears him: Burden constituted with junks: A Suitcase bearing an octupus lung. Tell Africa, Even say to Africa: 'Unburden yourself: Put down the burden, Untie it's knot yourself, (For if another hand does,you'll be in power bed-ridden.) Search it's content, See if all are gold, Shake off the useless, Consciously re-tie the load. Then,bear on the burden, In decades,you'll get to the margin. But if you be blind Still,that counsel you'll not heed. You'll remain in street. 18:01:17:08:57