Remember Wheatley

REMEMBER WHEATLEY You called me dear a pagan land When all my big sons in hand In prayers fully drowned Allah they Often quoted in their fated disarray To the New World. Their masters In true myths to rule were teachers. Haley in his lively Roots with tear I always read quotes not all beer And skittles he brazenly brought From your elders in boats caught. Wheatley dear do you still bear Grudges for the silent conspiracy That drove you wildly westward Launching to life my bankruptcy? My freed sons deeming untoward What happened to us backward On me drew limitless churches Some synagogues and mosques Called Jehovah, God and Allah In unison with molten voices risen. Black as Cain is Christians’ view For Islam in piety all men differ The white as godly then thought Even in books we are all taught Was the settlers’ cunning taunt. For black’s e’er painted diabolic To mar the race’s true record as Luther King pointed in thesaurus. Remember Wheatley dear In the West or in the East the least We can say dear men are equal. Douala, November13, 2014 JAAFAR SADIG EL WAAD