Forbidden soil; a dark speck on the earth,
Tottering existence of life; a speaking portrait,
often recite its ballad I hear.
My subject! a turf of dust worth a million,
Diamond or gold; natural or in flesh and blood,
Land of treasures hunted down and made to shed tears for
for the sake of game squad; The white and diseased surface
of the globe!
Not ostensible to say; thy black past is the bitter truth,
Frightening shades of many bygone centuries,
Thy naked body distorted; torn gossamer pleased
Traveller's eyes around the world.