Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations)

Song To My Country People

26 Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations) Song To My Country People O watchful stars, O guiding lamps Lead my people through the cramps Of doom’s dark sinister corridors Through freedom’s boundless doors We plough the fields we do not reap Deprived of fortune stacked on the heap My country’s betiwrecked in vain My country people gagged in betidrain The awful night’s dragged too long We grind stone in mills with angry song When our land’s honey and milk rich No haven in the world can reach Countrymen, hang on testes of oppression Till dizzy they faint in suppression Tears, salty tears, drop in our hearts Make them bitter till bastards dub their hats Let them quarter us, maim and lacerate Let them rage and swear and mutilate But countrymen, hang on, in your doom On our red blood, Cameroon will bloom. ...