I am badly, but I continue honest
because rich of coherence and verticality
They banished me of the presidential circles
local
insistent labour
of the messages, of the habits
Western
Elegant slave
the missionaries give me good lessons
in the missions
Obedient, submissive, to fearing God
without consenting, they turned me
slave of the Mister
And the new gentlemen's servant
of the independence
Again… but they didn't discover anything
they obstructed, they destroyed everything
of the city of Luanda
That it would be free from the slavery
and of the colonialism
Indecorous lie. They forced me, one more slave
of the king and of the queen
When will I return to my freedom?!
The Mister of the Cottages it dislodged me
he shattered me, it destroyed me, it spoiled me
As all the inhuman beings
it is very imperfect
Always in the infinite wait of the delay
in the time fiftieth anniversary
So many noble in the sorcery
with the desire of they enrich
The gestures finished
of tenderness
in the independence that despairs me
They forgot me and to my son
in the distant abandoned
For promises that never accomplish
Just the waits of the countless ones
worms. The banished human lines
of everyday
to get something
that they spoil me
everyday
in the despair, without independence
I will never affirm myself as woman
With dignity I support
the contempt’s of the independence
thrown by the FAMILY
And the despicable diplomacy
of the Westerner hypocrisy
Again in the inhuman condition
outraged
They drag me in the black existence
Yes, I am black
as the international terrorism
that it pursues you, and it will torment you
They want me without instruction
for the slavery
My freedom is the moonlight
of the angular night, angolar
They stained my beauty
They left me whitish, to dry
I am black
In the unworthy invented independence
only of them
without hymn, without flag
is this independence?!
no! It is just a ruin
of starving crowds
and of commanders
of concentration camps
of extermination
November 11
Of the liberation fight still
no begun
Image: Angola em fotos
because rich of coherence and verticality
They banished me of the presidential circles
local
insistent labour
of the messages, of the habits
Western
Elegant slave
the missionaries give me good lessons
in the missions
Obedient, submissive, to fearing God
without consenting, they turned me
slave of the Mister
And the new gentlemen's servant
of the independence
Again… but they didn't discover anything
they obstructed, they destroyed everything
of the city of Luanda
That it would be free from the slavery
and of the colonialism
Indecorous lie. They forced me, one more slave
of the king and of the queen
When will I return to my freedom?!
The Mister of the Cottages it dislodged me
he shattered me, it destroyed me, it spoiled me
As all the inhuman beings
it is very imperfect
Always in the infinite wait of the delay
in the time fiftieth anniversary
So many noble in the sorcery
with the desire of they enrich
The gestures finished
of tenderness
in the independence that despairs me
They forgot me and to my son
in the distant abandoned
For promises that never accomplish
Just the waits of the countless ones
worms. The banished human lines
of everyday
to get something
that they spoil me
everyday
in the despair, without independence
I will never affirm myself as woman
With dignity I support
the contempt’s of the independence
thrown by the FAMILY
And the despicable diplomacy
of the Westerner hypocrisy
Again in the inhuman condition
outraged
They drag me in the black existence
Yes, I am black
as the international terrorism
that it pursues you, and it will torment you
They want me without instruction
for the slavery
My freedom is the moonlight
of the angular night, angolar
They stained my beauty
They left me whitish, to dry
I am black
In the unworthy invented independence
only of them
without hymn, without flag
is this independence?!
no! It is just a ruin
of starving crowds
and of commanders
of concentration camps
of extermination
November 11
Of the liberation fight still
no begun
Image: Angola em fotos
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