tangwena says this is our land soiled by the blood of black centuries
smith says the white tongue goes bang bang black must learn words of a new march
tangwena says every tree here is made in the image of a black ghost
smith says the white tongue goes bang bang you must make your ghosts in the image of new trees
tangwena says i am a root too deep for the white man's knife and fork
smith says the white tongue goes bang bang roots must take up their beds and walk
tangwena says tangwena tangwena
smith says white is right corn cropped from the old dead belongs in the pockets of the powerful otherwise what is progress tangwena laughs the mountains catch his laughter and turn it into streams
the white tongue goes bang bang the streams glide into african mists
tangwena laughs till it hurts
smith is afraid of the laughter the white tongue goes bang bang speaking in blisters