Little Salinas baby
Your mothers’ eyes are empty
The veins on her breasts
Seep full with troubles
Troubles her empty eyes have seen
She chews Manijok like bread
The most typical African root
Her body tattered and torn
Maternal carriage of the recently born
Salinas
Salinas the town in two rows
Salinas tradition in arrows and bows
Salinas your beaches are filled with mines
Por favour Pessoas Contra Minas
Please help Salina
These children need teachers
These people have no water
These people need clean water
I walk between the rows
Salinas
My hands and feet are clean
But the blood of emotion drips from my spleen
The empty cemented slide
Sees how I cry
Even the monkey stringed to the pole
Can put his finger through the hole
Thirty-two adults of the four hundred work
Offspring an estimate eight hundred
Trouble is no teachers
Trouble worse no life
Troubled is Salinas
Salinas
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