June 09, 2012

Civilization

They are still hot on our heels
Determined to poison our conscience
As they sought for our loopholes
Into the deeper part of our flesh

We’ve been held captive by their traditions
Not better off than the convicts in Devil’s Island
Our fearless leaders have grasped their offers
As their minds have been bought and divided
By the piece of carrot that has been presented

Too long we have watched from the stands
While the vultures’ feeds from our hands
But the time is now Africans
To redeem our image and take back what was ours

We shall see the light at the end of the tunnel
Through our collective light of bright hopes
We shall fight for the black diamond of freedom
And gather once more in the field to celebrate