how they erect metal monuments
to self-proclaimed greatness
but alas
these structures are set pon clay foundations...
Our self Proclaimed champions sold us out
before ever picking up paper-machie spears
in the pretext of defending Afrika and
upholding her honour.
They stand guard as
confused cocktails intoxicate, rape and ravage her
self-same wimps turn around and piss on her
with claims that they working african magic to heal her wounds...
we cannot desire Change if we are unaware of our reasons for seeking her out
as such she will play us like a harlot scorned
others of confused decent have abused her
and continue to parade her nakedness
dragging her once good name
through dirt spewed from
they ever increasing deceptive activities.
Yes you Can!
the question still remains as to What Can you?
to fully understand and grasp our destination
we must acquaint ourselves with our story
nuff of history
the point from whence we came
must be known, otherwise
aimless wanderings,
exiled at home
such shall be our infinite plight....
fundamentalists ran amok in silent protest
witnesses guised in plain's view
manipulated the picture now sits skew
democracy an imported, ill-designed non-remedy
tragedy - is our static kinertia
re-educate, re-genesis . . .
© 2009 Emon Firé
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