It’s a past that America likes hiding
for it’s ugly and dirty and true
How they tried to enslave all the Natives
but from failure, the new slave trade grew
Then the colonists bought kidnapped Africans
like you purchase a cow or a bull
They stocked-up in an auction for people
til the slave master’s house became full
Then the new race was quickly created
as the slave masters all had their way
For they raped countless African women
and created the race of today
Eyes of blue and of green staring at them
they could never deny what they did
So they took great advantage at auction
like a prize horse gets more at the bid
After years filled with struggle and violence
Africans were all finally free
And gained rights once denied to their fathers
who the colonists hung from the trees
Now descendants are angry and bitter
hating all that their ancestors made
So they’re rounding up all the Brown people
hoping that their existence will fade
But the blood has been mixing for centuries
we could make 1619 the year
When the seeds of the colonists created
The new race their descendants now fear
I wish all Africans can be this black.
Defining handsomeness will not attack
Any of those who shines so...
For beauty will be made whole;
Trailing African model on same track.
My great grandfather sighed in heaven
As I told my son the story
As told by my father as he was told
About how wealthy his father was before them.
Daddy, he says, something is on my mind
You said great grandpa was rich and kind
But he never went to school at all
How did he build a life so remarkable, so tall?
My son, great grandpa worked the lands
Built his life with his own hands
Before the strangers came and took everything
The gold, our minds, the freedom we knew
They stole what was ours and left us with nothing
Then they told us the only way to be rich
Was to sit in schools and learn their rules
While they grew rich from what they took from us
Like twins, we share markers of a common history,
Civilization, and knowledge; a call for unity.
The carcasses of slavery and the slave trade
Are lost in the dust. O black water days.
Colonization has been eaten by our sovereignty.
Our flag, we raise high in the sky.
The struggle for the unification of Africa,
The fight for the liberation of the African people;
To live, strive, and thrive like everyone.
There is only one race; the human race.
Our blood is red; cords of conformity.
The African ancestry is a mighty influence.
Black is gold, black is our identity.
Creamy are our lands; green like the sea.
The glory days need to be fetched.
Let us be the storytellers of our people.
A time to use one powerful currency.
Our honour was never lost but stolen.
Africa is a well, Africa is not a cell.
From here, we provide them with all.
Beautiful, dark people, O Africans.
The merchants no longer come by sea.
Stopping making any form of plea.
As equals or no more dealings.
Africa is for Africans; raise your voice.
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©Poem Makers SL (18/04/24)
Free, we say
For we can loot
From our states' coffers
Just to fall prey of their offers
Free, we say
For we can divide ourselves
Through invisible ethnic lines
Evidently a theatre for their muse
Free, we say
For we deceive ourselves
That our leaders we select
Do we know the inside of ballot boxes?
Free, we say
Yet in their pockets
We graze, their eternal puppets
What makes us free?
Our happiness they determine
Plan how we breathe
Being led by a white cane
For through their eyes we see.
as some African
young leaders
are standing up
with the problems
of millions of Africans.
they know well
about
the work they are doing ...
Africa's advocates
who know
the consequences
of the dangerous tasks
which they are choosing ...
Just to help their compatriots.
they can be wiping out
silently
at any moment
by the problems
makers.
Young leaders who saw
the struggles,
Struggling to convince
some folks
Who ignored
their struggles
for centuries.
But
Africa will rise
Africa will rise up
Africa will rise and
shine the whole World.
as decided to be one of africans top voices, remember that enemies will always rise like flies.
Africa is very rich continent in the World
But many Africans die daily in Mediterranean sea
Sad to see how natural resources are robbing daily,
Evaluating the economy of African countries
None is closer to a poorest European Country
Complicating system which oparates to favour
EU Countries,their partners and wreck Africa.
February 25/2023
A forms and words challenge poetry contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet.
Chosen them: ABSENCE.
...First place win
In the Contest...
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Paul warned his "son" Timothy, On Guard
In the end time, many false prophets disguised
Even as angels from heaven, will tickle ears
And many will be led astray; Jesus is "too much"
To take, one in Adelaide told me:
The Bible takes you that much, "eyes" that see
Know the apple was really a "sexual act" in Genesis 1
Brennan (Branham, yes, Anaya) tells them much more
About serpents and Adam who didn't sin
So blame Eve & Women, Jesus needs help
From prophets born in modern nations we know ...
Where does it end? Spoken Word & other "church" finds a new prophet
Who teach us how to read The Word --
As the Popes, priests, Pharisees did
Roundly rebuked in Matthew 23
How easy: heretics say, they alone can see
Jesus had an answer there too (John 9)
goliath frog throws his tummy around
rainforest is where he is often found
snapping up shellfish blue
consuming littler frogs too
slurping up insects with nary a sound
BlackBoy
- From A Lith Book Of Tales; For Kwakwekokou -
Black boy Kokou
Black boy kwakwekokou Ngiog'i
Do know
Your black is beautiful and
Like me, you was never told
'The uniqueness of being Negroid.
Although being black is howbeit beautiful
We are the sole symbolism of everything evil.
Oh they know we are all kin;
Real rude boys from Kingston
Aftermath of too many hours
Showing backs to the smiling sun
Cold shuddering drizzling, pouring wet rain
Working on colonial plantations
And religious households.
We were free men
Taken from the comfort of our huts
To the never ending Frank's ocean.
Many thrown overboard,gift for Poseidon
To steer clear his tempestuous waves.
Forgive us our sins
Oh thee benevolent maker, the son
And the holy spirit.
But
For what tribulations, crimes, faults
did our black race commit?
To be rejected;
Unjustly deprived.
ghops
THE AFRICANS OF OLD.
The Africans of old
At night, slept and of Africa
For Africa they dreamt
Of a day to come
When Africans will be free
Uhuru Uhuru Uhuru
From every form of enslavement
And oppressions.
The Africans of old
In peace and harmony coexisted
mpende jirani yako kama unavyojipenda
Oh they knew how to live
For self and their community
Ubuntu Ubuntu Ubuntu
Hold a man up in his most darkest hour'
For I am because we are.
The Africans of ages past
Held true friends with both hands
For to wash one hand properly
The other is implore.
Won mo 'That a man without a good friend
Was he without a good fortune'
Awethu Awethu Awethu
Because the power to be - ing
Resides with the people.
ghops
Africa for Africans
Down the rivers of the east
the soothing wind blows in our minds
shaking our busy brains to rest
making worthwhile living in Africa
bare wind of our own making
Africa of the winkled hands
white teeth under shiny dark skin
gold hearts of marvellous flesh
many but just one
we are the soil on the ground
In the rivers life water flows
down the palm of savannahs there lived wildlife
green forests of all goodness
great wind of all bare brains
however Africa is a dark land of all
Africans Change Thy Thought
African men change thy thought
I am a woman I agreed
I'm a wife not a slave
I'm thy mother do thee know?
I'm thy half half deen
Thee married me for what sake?
For beauty's or wealth's sake?
For children purpose or for God's sake?
For male children or what sake?
For religion purpose and character's sake?
Then you dejected me for bareness' sake
I was abandoned for male's sake
For affection do you marry?
For true love do thee marry?
I know how vital children are
I thought you will wrapped me with thy blanket
I am ashamed of myself
Throw away all thy thought
I am not an angel nor saint
But fact still remain I'm not harlot
I don't terminate any pregnancy
Remember! Thee are the one that unlocked the door
Thy family utterance I was depressed
Neighbourhood messages I was impressed
I was given aggressive names
I am called "Ako Pepeye"
I am named "Ako Ibepe"
It's my fault all the way?
Thee can marry thy second wife
It is well all the way
If thee want divorce you are free
I agreed it's my fate
I am a woman in her prime..
©® 2/10/17. Abdul Wakeel Junaid
Through dark ages
Through ugly ages
Through pale-faced lanky ages
We've crawled through the thorns of life and leapt fearlessly over life's hurdles.
Through the gates and walls that caged our birds
We crept and our birds sung free!
Our birds sung still!
Through dark putrefying valleys
Across seas and oceans that are as dark as the hour before the birth of a-new day!
Across the forehead of burning mountains
Under the eyes of the sun which burns like sulphur in a furnace
Here we are!
Free like a bird that dances across the amazon
Free as the ocean's water when it breaks through a firmament of rocks.
Here we are!
Swaying from side to side
Like the blooming wings of a flower.
Here we are!
Basking under the glistening lights of freedom and independence!
Across the Mediterranean beauty
Through the historical stockings of the Pyramids
Under the pure-hearted rains of the West that gloat us with awe.
Under the spell of the crimson-lipped songbird which sings across the mountains of the East!
Upon the natural awe of the South which makes the stars tremble!
Alas! Here we are!
Free Africans!
Free as rain!
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