Scroll of An Oracle

Memory or dream from hell I cannot tell The vision of stygian forests where harpies dwell And men from them among men spawned Greedy gullibles that on pagan mysteries fawned Evicted from stygian caves to wander bared Of human comport and yet in human shape By cultures of war in Cerebus’ loath prepared These monsters of men defy, steal, kill, rape The African land still, and virgin virtue defiled In all her children stolen, manacled, despised Toss upon dread waves like dead meat, disguised From pity of sharks, innocence, kindness biled By the same fiends frantic at the Judean cross And this colonial evil is unsurpassed in dross. They should have known such deeds are wrong If they had known we are people too, and he The Eternal light, the bringer of the griot's song How they murdered him in grim glee of prophecy: When each of us are enslaved or kill, he dies Again in that wickedness entrenched in vanities.