Dream on all ye decedents of Kunta Boldly go wherever you dared to go Be happy ,sing aloud Hakunamatata Dream of the precious gems of Congo Dream on Africa ,Dream Mr .Kenyatta .
Dream on all ye daughters of Africa Undulate all your rounded backsides Dance on all you dark ebony women Yes,for you’re truly Mandingo brides Dream Africa ,Dream Sarah Baartmann
Play on ye blessed children of Africa Gallop wild like the stripped Zebras Jump just as Masais in nature’s arena Yes Indeed you’re all Timbuktu’s divas Dream Africa ,Dream Sundiatta Keita .
Dream about all of Africa my brothers Be traditional and maintain our culture But remain loving to our beautiful sisters For in their wombs lies Africa’s future Dream on Africa ,Dream ye sons of Algiers .
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon
Drifting through the meadow of love On a boat above the clouds Looking down on the face of Earth Colors of a Rainbow on dusty brown Creatures running round and round Demons slaying innocent dreams A gush of red flows
Amidst the night, in the world so quiet Slumbered mind to take its time; Tired and weary, losing my control Into the world of endless hope; The pain and agony of my endless past Did come back to haunt me