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.
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