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if I could trace back
to that period
before it all started
some hundreds shameful years ago
when, under thatch great men 
with courageous minds were made

Days,
when we aim neither 
for fancy houses
nor folding bridges
true peace was what we preach

Then,
our egos yearn for more
we set to conquer civilization
our brethren we exchanged
for soap, gunpowder and tobacco

After we made them great
on their intelligence they heap praise
that their so-called industrialization
our labour they exploited
what they'll never mention

They fooled us
to believe that
we can catch up with them
invisible ladders they built
which we have to climb
to meet them on the top

Slowly,
we poisoned ourselves
with their westernization
embracing all those illogical concepts
shaky as a kid's first steps

Then,
came our realization
of how foolish 
we had been

Gladly,
they left
knowing they will 
always come back
for they know our minds 
have embraced their every thoughts

Years passed,
radically they came back
this time with new faces
of remorse with impunity
to suck the marrow from those bones

Foolishly again
we allowed them
to confiscate our brains
this time not with chains or canes
but with thoughts of doubt

Now here we are
crippling and dripping
of sweats that would have been theirs
instead of mending holes in our thatches
we fought for their badges

But,
what if we learn to breathe under water?
what if our chiefs can lead better?
what if they need us morethan 
we need them?
where are those ideas of Pan-Africanism?
where are those men
who fought with swords and words?

Let's bring back those days

..............BUT LAMENTATIONS.

Originally posted on: https://hfoday.wordpress.com/2022/04/25/this-isnt-poetry/

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