POEM: THE LOST RACE

#The lost Race

We are a race that have sold

our norms to the ashes of greed

and to the folly of white silver;

how we used to live before 

the white man came with swords

of hate to call our brother a foe 

did we eat in bowls of love; my

Heart is heavy that we dine with 

strangers we call amie and wear

Insanity as apparels of royalty 

sitting on thrones of sin as we 

barter our blood in cruel exchange 

of an unholy alliance; for like larks 

we sing in the dark with ornaments 

of Ignorance;until we are redeemed

from this eerie past I will always

remember your smile O! Africa 

My land;we have lived for seasons

as tales of our past might are

told with gullible intent so we did

wash away this pristine riches of

fat to eat horrible wheats of 

pestilence; where is our might

O! Africa we sit beneath nature's

wealth yet we bask in the wilder-

ness of wretchedness we are truly 

far off our home as we may owe 

it to certain defects of civility.

We have grazed our lands in 

search of something worthless

As we wail at the gains of a

white man's witchcraft lest

should we reminisce our pristine

past for these beats makes us

A race that once ate from the 

bowls of love amidst turmoil

Hear Me O! Beauty that tales of

us shall be told with Pride as I 

will always call to mind the pure

Thwine that binded us for aeons

Yes! For free men and slaves shall 

tell of our freedom, of our strength 

And of our curse; for although the 

nights are darker in Africa we await

sunny storms of joy but until then I

will always remember your smile Africa!

 

 

A piece by Esperanza Obene Ibim

 

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