Refused To Die
I held the stumbling humanoid,
learning to stand on two feet- scared as an alien.
I was his cradle and his playground—
even before he was called *****Sapien.
Watched him crawl on hands and feet,
watched him grow, move and trail
His hungry mind lost all its restraint.
Unknown quest beckoned his first sail.
Wandering unhinged in the oceans midst,
lost his color, lost his curl.
carrying in his lungs, an air unknown,
came back white as a polished pearl
Uttering venom, harsh and foreign,
guarded by spear, sword and the gun—
crushing all with his reeking greed
placed himself on a glittering throne
Digging my gut for diamond,
chafing oil off of my skin,
pulling out my heart of gold,,
making mules of his kith and kin
Chained his brothers, labeled them for sale,
subjected them to conditions sinister
Bent and flogged all their lives,
sisters raped at will of their master
I silently watched the macabre play,
where no one but he smiles.
My eyes oozing out warm tears,
to fill at least a dozen Niles.
Devoured my arms and thighs for dinner,
bathed me with blood each night
as he danced in a trance unashamed.
But I Africa did not die,not quite.
Written 04/29/2016
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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