The Queen

BELANTE,

WITH NHANHA

ON THAT HILL...!

I

The Queen

Belante

Luxuriously boasting,

Accompanied by her confidant

Daughter in law,

Missy,

In that pile,

At that

lala,

where Khalifane

Taught M,nth Brene

In culture,

on the farm

from the limp,

pioneering year

After year,

the wild

Forest,

the sacred kills...

II

It's been years,

Decades,

centuries,

The humans

They fought for their lives,

in soils

very arrogable,

very fertile

Who gave sustenance,

Foods

To various groups,

Collectivities

And communities

In southern Guinea-Bissau...

III

Nobody,

No man

From my origin,

of my lineage,

had the courage

to describe the landscape to me

from that stop

where they were born,

where they grew up,

lived,

worked

To those who bequeathed

The past

From the NDO...

IV

Speedboats

And boats

Loaded

lamely,

heading

Toward

To the capital of the Archipelagos

Of the Bijagos,

boasting

the flag

from Khalifane

Or from Farã Matos,

Known

Simply

From M,nth Brene...

V

came the war,

The war

Colonial

And it all

Stopped,

Everything

If stagnated,

Everything

Changed

the panorama

From my Bolama,

Which, fortunately,

Boldly,

Somebody

contested,

faced

vehemently,

led

the Liberation Struggle

National,

for the nation

Be firm!

It was thanks to the breath

from comrade

Amilcar Cabral,

the genius

combatant

of freedom

of the motherland,

the one who, with great honor

and dignity

gave us the joy

If we have an independent country today,

Called GUINEA-BISSAU!

(To be continued)

brandoa (Amadora, Friday, 01:36), September 4, 2021.

                                 KK(NDO