Cameroom
Poet: Mbella Sonne Dipoko
Our Life
An ailing bird over the desert made its agony
A song blown through the air
As at the oasis
Drawers of water said
How low it flies oh how touching its song
The winged hope that proved to be a dream
(Masked our destiny with a black hood)
As in the cities we said the same prayers
As in the villages we espoused ancestral myths
Transmitting our frustration our life our morality
To the young country tomorrow and day after tomorrow
Flattering ourselves with the charity of the blood-donor’s love
