This Isn'T Poetry

if I could trace back to that period before it all started some hundreds shameful years ago when, under thatch great men with courageous minds were made Days, when we aim neither for fancy houses nor folding bridges true peace was what we preach Then, our egos yearn for more we set to conquer civilization our brethren we exchanged for soap, gunpowder and tobacco After we made them great on their intelligence they heap praise that their so-called industrialization our labour they exploited what they'll never mention They fooled us to believe that we can catch up with them invisible ladders they built which we have to climb to meet them on the top Slowly, we poisoned ourselves with their westernization embracing all those illogical concepts shaky as a kid's first steps Then, came our realization of how foolish we had been Gladly, they left knowing they will always come back for they know our minds have embraced their every thoughts Years passed, radically they came back this time with new faces of remorse with impunity to suck the marrow from those bones Foolishly again we allowed them to confiscate our brains this time not with chains or canes but with thoughts of doubt Now here we are crippling and dripping of sweats that would have been theirs instead of mending holes in our thatches we fought for their badges But, what if we learn to breathe under water? what if our chiefs can lead better? what if they need us morethan we need them? where are those ideas of Pan-Africanism? where are those men who fought with swords and words? Let's bring back those days ..............BUT LAMENTATIONS. Originally posted on: https://hfoday.wordpress.com/2022/04/25/this-isnt-poetry/ https://hfoday.wordpress.com/2022/04/25/this-isnt-poetry/