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?
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