Forgotten faces, once relinquished
Appear in memory again
I can’t recall a name, distinguish
Their voices every now and then
They speak of anything forlorn
Why does it happen in my head?
Those faces I thought long time gone
Remind me that they aren’t dead
Fam faces I didn’t mean to find
They use me now – what for?
Discourteously unlock my mind
Quite like a cellar door
They tell old jokes, deride and sneer
I wonder why on earth
They come, until they disappear
As if wiped off by cloth
Forgotten memory lives on
It doesn’t bound with me
And either I do not belong
To memory that’s free
But it reminds me by caprice
That once my life was long
When I was green, just like those trees
You see behind tombstone
Standing on the mountain of Kilimanjaro,
Enduring hardship for centuries,
Forcefully uprooted from Savannah,
And crying for the moribund race.
Remembering the bootless slavery,
Discourteously displaced and separated from loved ones.
Instill in us, disdain and dishonor.
Many dreams crumbled,
Hmm! Dreams were traded like commodities,
Rights, trampled upon,
Lower classes, made labourers and creators of wealth for the upper classes and the Europeans.
Savannah, enslaved and then colonized,
Colonized, and then left devastated,
With dreams on the journey of no return.
Savannah! Savannah!
Brass are now fraudsters,
Embezzling without queries.
Forgetting their promises to the electorate.
Hmm! What a cruel Savannah.
Savannah's ancestors, watching in disgust,
And their laid efforts, sleeveless.
The ancestral land is dying.
The brasses forgetting the D day,
Where their wealth will be useless.
I wept furiously,
From today till tomorrow,
Savannah's misfortunes are unlimited to embark on.
Savannah, the great PARADISE for the GRENDEL.
Alimi Abdulkabir's Poetry
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