Satire

Before the black man's turmoil was his foster And race amongst them was an imposter too No wonder I grew to watch from a black and White television set... from infancy to juvenile Ages had past, each day break Ma got rinsed Busking became a hobby... Never was I eager To question the brother's ill treat, I grew too, To acknowledge his inflictions and incursions Now that I had proudly waved the colonial fleet As the show got clear and clearer, letting off By-gones be by-gones another race was being Bred... Blackism rose. Brothers upon brothers. The spirit of Madhibha never sort Xenophobia Zulu ramps BaShona, Mfecane of the 21st century Africa now a war zone tribe against tribe awry... Nehanda was this your plight Ma? Clues I thirsty for.