TO BE TOLD 2

My name is bold It is a story untold To the unborn children of the soil Told through the starving children of Rwanda Children of Ethiopia And the dusty streets of Somalia My name has diamonds In the sole of its tattered shoes The diamonds are not in my name though They are in AngloAmerican's My name blows warm kisses To the winter cold of England and America Kisses that transform into riches Beautiful stories have been told about my name They don't belong to my name though They belong to Hollywood My name is engraved Inside the pavements of darknesss Cause i have been stripped off, my gown of lightness My name is AFRICA