Where am I? It is not Africa this I know, so where am I?
The stars that I know are gone, as the sounds of the night are muted like the swans.
This you say is civilization,
pollution of the waters,
pollution of the air,
pollution of the Earth, and nothing but death, war and destruction everywhere.
Where am I? Surely I have lost my way and at sixty five this is not easy to say.
Oh to be back once again in Africa, to where the stars at night light up the sky, and the sounds are music to my ears once again.
Stan (Mazambane) Glover