#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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