I have never seen such a beautiful painting.

A sight to be enjoyed by billions of generations

History told only with lines

The brush of truth that revealed concealed secrets

How magnificent is this painter?

He sat in a studio with his companions.

With a canvas and instruments.

To draw beautiful lines

On a magnificent land called Africa.

They needed to draw the lines.

For it was filled with unharvested potential.

Mindless native savages

Who is in the painter’s mind?

Did not understand the true beauty of Africa

They lived in bushes and were uncivil.

So the artist began to paint on his land.

He drew lines from east to west.

He drew lines from north to south.

He drew lines from south to east

He drew lines from north to west

And divided the land

Then shared it with his companions.

As if a piece of poultry

He separated the natives.

And blocked their minds with his dark ink.

After years have passed.

His paintings still remain

Even when the natives are free.

There are lines in their land,

As they still remain separated.