Hall of Fame

We are gathered Each and everyone Honouring the forefathers Glorifying every man The mothers and fathers Who made a stand Paving a path, telling a story Of how it began Of ancient Kemet Our homeland, the motherland Told in oral history Then cast in stones Diluted by the Vatican At a conference in Nicosia Under the guidance of Rome In strife and victories We must understand The causes and reasons The Explanations That there is a lesson to be learnt That what is happening now Has happened before When we open our eyes and mind We should realize We must record our history In the hall of fame Celebrating Our heroes name Markus Garvey had a plan The unite Africans Those from across the oceans Those in distant lands But his dream is now in smoke When consciousness had gone On a walkabout When identity has taken a shock From European imagery and press attack We are branches From the trees Broken in storms Shedding its leaves In far flung places Where ever we roam We are blessed by the divinity And cursed by no one In suffering and tribulations We must understand That the heroes who had gone on before Paved a path to our existence Opening doors Through sacrifices and commitment That with unity and purpose We replicate the ethos By keeping focus And reclaim our place In the annuals In our halls of fame Celebrating our heroes name. This poem was written for Black Heroes Foundation, an organization which is dedicated to telling African History through artistic performances.