Japa

The land is being ravaged by plague Our children have started to flee- The weakening homestead To the call of foreign lands Like pilgrims willing to embrace its glamour or glee. They have suddenly forgotten The wars their fathers fought And the limbs their comrades lost To the eeriness of the forest of fire With dreams lost in the onslaught. They say they no longer see hope In the land of the Blackman’s pride They say they no longer want to be married To this land, its food and its people As they flee like a runaway bride. They say they prefer to become slaves For just a moment’s happiness In a land where their fathers were once shipped away In shackles of shame And in hulls across the sea’s wilderness But our fathers were not cowards And why should we the children be?