Oh What a Day

My New Poem, Raw and Uncut Oh What a day Oh What a day when black people stop pray Pause and realize where their horizon lay Where the pastures are green, yet remains unseen, What a day when we look in perception and see the path that lead to today , yet we keep reliving the past the ignominy of a bygone day. Oh What a day when we clear the path of delusional ideologies and alien songs Home is where the heart is But in Africa, Humanity began Oh what a day when we see our purpose, That from the cradle, the creator blessed us , not conceding to the thought, he cursed us. Oh what a day when our leaders plants the seed of economic sufficiency than clearing the path to cooperate greed. When will our leaders in the west indies Revisit our history and shine a light To our glorious African history That’s kept from our sight. Oh what a day, when we hang our wall An image of our creator Blessed with the dark shades of the sun Telling the truth, of how it began Not reflecting what its never been Oh what a day, when we learn to love, our African brothers despite what is said. West Indies may be your homeland America and others are a part But if you are a blackman Jamaica may be your homeland but keep Africa in your heart The motherland, your primary thought. Oh what a day When we see the light And know the meaning of life That regardless of material things There is a glorious life In sharing, caring, preserving life. Oh what a day We don’t need no gold or diamonds rings No motor cars, no air plane, none of these earthly things For the riches that the earth possess Even if you are a poor man , they are priceless And if you are a rich man, they too become useless Oh what A day, when the angels sings And cashes not, just to wear the bling That steals the soul, and corrupts the heart Costing life at an escalating cost Oh what a day when we start again And share the spirit that our ancestors had The love of our mother, sister and brother Where dad played his part , Getting the harvest, bold and strong Defending the virtues of the mother and Motherland Oh what a day, when the daily propaganda, no longer influence Because we have taught the youth Home is where the lesson is learnt Righteousness the only path For human coexistence, We need a kind heart/