This gold that i wear without a rope looped through it
breathed its life into my past
when home was being raped and we were being raped by western parasites
This gold, threaded with metaphysical rope
is indicative of the present
Wherein our land is such a honey-pot
teetering on corporate colonisation that I don't want to miss out on whatever's glittering
I've learnt to rape myself
This gold ring that I will forever wear will be free of rope and bounce like a nomadic fairy
Representing the future
when our land sucked dry of its bloody mineral will buckle under the sheer weight of prospecting rodents
and we will abandon 'Le good ship Afrique',
and I will be able to say that I got 3.5 kilograms of it
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