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Save Us From My Mother's Other Children

SAVE US FROM MY MOTHER'S OTHER CHILDREN

We are products of a polygamous home
A family of many mothers and single powerful father 
Our  mothers were never united but formed alliance with few other wives 
Many of them live in the East, West , North, Central and Southern parts of their husband's  land
My mother chose the west and lives with her other rivals
She is the giant in the midst of many wives
Still the one with the most children

My mother has many children
Many of my siblings  play big brother to my other step siblings 
They are adored and respected behind the walls of my mother's camp
They are considered  powerful mentors and heroes by my step siblings

Within my mother's camp are my other brothers 
Brothers with monstrous claws and fangs
Here are my brothers with leather whips and metal cuffs 
They scream at us and call us hopeless
My nephews follow the path of their fathers and mock us from dawn to dusk
We chose them as leaders but they tow the path of slave masters

Our mother's other children claimed they were born to our lords  
And when we ask to visit the mines
We are gifted with a Rolex watch
When we ask to sail on the ship
They gave us life vest to stay at the shore
When we scream of hunger
They throw crumbs and chaos ensues 

Our father is aged
Never recovered from the wounds of his colonial masters 
Too weak deaf to hear our screams
His eyes too weak to see the agony in his home
No use calling on our mother
She is old sick and dying 
My other siblings have shattered our mother's heritage 
And laundered our common inheritance to the white wolves' lands
The lands far beyond the stretch of oceans
They left us starving and  naked
Others left clothed  in stenching rags 


Our other brothers sent their guards after us to break our bond
The hot metal stones rained upon us
The hunters stick no longer for the animals but aimed at fellow kindred 
The hot metal stones have ripped our ribs apart and drained the hearts of its fluid
They no longer bruise us
They smoke our souls off our body
The street is submerged under the blood my kinsmen

They raised the cloak of our mother 
But the guards desecrated it with the blood of the unarmed
They pleaded in the name of our mother
But the guards silenced their souls 
Who will save them from the wrath of their mother's other children
Before my clan becomes extinct in the family tree
We call on the gods not to forsake us
Save us from the wars of our mother's other children


CONCEPTUAL FM   ???

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