Wen Am Gonne

I will go, Since i'm now called , A useless glutton That only ruin the meager flesh of your barn And offer to you not My sinews . Worry not, For i will go! Even my foot prints i shall carry along. The crow of the roosters shall meet me At my father's old hut Where you said, I ate annually. I will go back To where i belong And where you picked me May be to the thousand years Old farm visited by menopause But it is when i am gone, You will realize i was the beast of burden That loaded your mountainous Hunchback! When i am gone, My name AFRICA too Shall forever rest And my bent_back Shall be no more The table of your feet When in leisure! i shall have my mouth Free off the filth of your anus.