African Epiphany
Nothing speaks in the land
But the political voices:
Altering our histories.
Always withholding something,
Their agenda a mask of destiny.
Scattered bits of freedom.
Incidents and accidents.
Evangelization and civilization.
Flags of all sorts.
That's African.
We cannot escape each other.
The boot-lickers and praise-singers
Speak in clearer tongues.
Making claims we don't understand,
Caring little for order and decorum.
Copyright © Edward Ndopu | Year Posted 2017
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