is that the truth should be told, before my eyes finally close in death.
Last night, I thought at long last,
I would find the rest I need.
I cannot live in aworld where there is so much evil,
a world at the same time which has so much potential for good.
I demand of the nations of the world:
Stop looting Africa.
Stop defiling my motherland.
Listento Africa. Please.
Listen to a race already under sentence of death
by American, British and whatever scientists.
We have been sentenced to death without being given a chance
to plead in our owndefense.
We have been condemned like unwanted dogs.
A disease was made specifically to destroy us.
We have never been given a chance.
Before the judgment seat of whatever imaginary God there may be,I demand that Africa should be given a hearing.
I demand that Africa should not be destroyed
until she has had her fullest chance to plead in her defense.
Even a criminal standing on the veryedge of the scaffold,
still has a chance to speak in his or her defense.
Africa... Africa has much to contribute to the world.
And I speak as one who, through no cleverness of my own,
but through theblind hand of fate,
I have been to many places in this world.
Don't ask me about Japan.
I know those fragant islands.
Don't ask me about Hawaii, I was there.
Don't ask me about...
about Peru,about that mighty lake called Titicaca,
where my African lungs could barely breathe.
I want Africa to be given a fair hearing by the nations of the world
before she is destroyed, because we arebeing destroyed.
America, Britain, and whatever monstrous
creatures are skulking behind those nations,
have sentenced my people to death.
But we Africans are the golden link that connects allhumanity together.
We should be listened to.
We have got a case to plead at the foot of the judgment seat of cruel humanity.
I have lived. I have traveled.
I feel no sense of achievement.
I just feel...