Richard Nnoli Poet Epic

Weak sick and divided

Weak sick and divided 

Weak 
The master never fool around 
His  commands must be final 
So till date he still keep up to date 
With his subjects 
Never let them better is his moto
Keep them to the lowest level 
Corrupt their hero’s 
Kill every rise they ever could be 
And keep them looking up to their master when they are tired and 
Weak 


Sick 
The master with no morals 
Has no good medication for his subject 
To him they are lesser than humans 
So why should they be healthy 
They don’t need to be stronger 
The master don’t  need no challenge 
So pollute their air 
Pollute their food 
Kill their sperm count 
If they will live they must be 
Sick 



Divided 
The master know if his slaves are united 
His games could end in a short terms 
So he keep them fighting one another 
He turn their face against each other 
He created An emotional illusion for them to black mail each other 
Brother no longer see his own the same 
African Sisters are not royal with her own blood to rise a good home  no more 
We are now the shadow of ourselves 
Separated with wars tribalism racism and ignorance 
Isolating each other with tribal differences 
Invading ourselves with an iron fest 
With a never ending story of ambush 
Turning our own people to beggar’s 
I write for Africa now yes I bleed for Africa 
I pray we wake up to live one day 
We all need to unite not be 
Divided 
We need to share love among us 
This is why my poem cry’s now 




Note 
This poetry is never meant 
Or represent any act or group of violence

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