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
Copyright © Jaafar Sadig El Waad | Year Posted 2014
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