Celebrating 50: Iii
And when the pirates just a tale became
The national fabric was inflamed
Like a broken heart
I saw the schools that had no shame
That failed me once
And failed more now
I saw them frightened
Nor did they understand
O the anecdote
Could make scammers an antidote
For the colonial pain.
A liberated mind
Will not tolerate the rattle
Nor image of chain
...
It would have been worse
With so many guns
Hiding at the back of our heads
I do not seek the curse
Of civil wars or revolutions
That breed
Cockroach litter of revolution
In all the confusion
Of a rich tenth
Thinking their laws
Will be worshipped
By men broken to see
Suffering and them as heaven sent
We need a policy more radical
To heal the wounds
With pain historical.
I have met them
The living policies
walking half clad in unclad streets
Writing in dust
With unholy feet.
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