Blue sighs,
purple heart beating pain
Scarlet letters
written on rice paper grain
Black clouds
portend colonial violent reign
Silver pocket lining —
Ivory Coast watch has a gold chain
Indigo weep journey,
stern waves of Coral Reef grief from green gain
Obsidian gale passage,
white knuckle fear mete with alabaster disdain
Steel blue sky,
pale joy in the skin cargo lane
Bronze native hope
shipped to brass harbor strange
Black enfolding clouds,
infrared serene thoughts ponder forgiveness arcane
Sunshine free promises
darkly veil a fetter capital idea, so auctioneer insane
Eclipse horizon,
opaque firmament change
Pink eyes can’t see the snowstorm coming,
leaving frozen asset remains
Blue wail sky
dew drop more violet moan rain
Crimson siren tide
left a white knuckle asphalt stain
Black brow clouds
are thunderbolt cry parting: “Die latter-day Cain!”
Ruddy cloven tongues
are white lightning uttering: “Abel shall live again!”
Rainbow balm sky
after the purple bruise reign
Grey matter turbulent tide
is now a peaceful cerulean haven
Mr. Silent has gone silent if you haven't noticed
Perhaps he's just vamoosed to the Ivory Coast
Wherever he be
Tween you and me
Missed he is, a dear friend of mine I boast
Like the burglar thats attracted by money,
like the thug that’s paid to kill,
so they got enticed by our gold, our diamond and our oil.
so they came to steal, to kill and to destroy us.
Gold coast,Ivory coast , South Africa,Cameroon amongst other countries were attacked…
they stole our gold,
they stole our diamond
and they stole our oil.
when we resisted, they kill us with their inhuman policies
like aparthied in S.Africa,
and by destroying us, they took us as slaves.
we now live in ghettos and slumps
we die of poverty and famine
they are the ones responsible for our plight
their coming to Africa has brought nothing good
for they came to STEAL, to KILL and to DESTROY
In Ivory Coast
You don’t walk
Outside unarmed
Without your hands up
May be
You will not be shot that way
By a sniper
But snipers have their own way of thinking
About your life
Not everyone has a right
To a long happy life
Born in Ivory Coast
but never would I boast.
Raised in the Democratic Republic of Congo
playing the bongos, but couldn’t make it my logo.
On a quest from east to west,
I made Cameroon my nest.
But the traveler in me took me to Paris
only to find out it was only a transit, just like my x Harris.
Now I find myself in the United States
the land of many states.
Taking a rest for now, but the journey is far from over.
As I sit and ponder
If it’s safe to cross the border
I realize all things prior,
I am an African warrior.
My attitude is of a fighter
always chasing what matters.
For success is not an option
but rather an obligation.
I stay strong in my convictions,
For God leads me despite the trials and tribulations.
I am the seed of the mother land.
Africa, oh beautiful land!
I am your warrior, and this I shall be until the end.
Where have you gone Sweet Mother Of Mine
To that Wonderful Sparkling City
Paved with Golden Streets
And Pearly Gates
Where You'll Shed No More Tears
And have No Fears
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine
Thru brilliant stars Your soul did fly
Across that Heavenly sky
To join the Heavenly Host of Angelical Beings
In search of that Ivory Coast
To plant Your Spiritual Feet
With Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine
To visit with Loved Ones
Who've gone Home before You
Must be a Sweet Reunion Indeed
Just a few short days and I shall join You
From the Cradle to the Grave
Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine