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God calls
No-one heeds the call
Live in the depths
The African is trapped in motherland
Calm seas
Cries from the African birds
Shouting from the slavery camps
Cries of anger
Streets full of poor blacks
Prisions full of discrimination
Live eternally in hell
Colonies come and go
Evil eyes
Black innocents work for life
Until one rised
In the White discrimination
The struggle is beautiful
Now comes a myth
We are free
The first black president
Hidden by white corruption
Controlled by white leaders
He has to talk white
To be black
Where is this misery ever going to end
The life of blacks will never prevail
We need a black prophet
A black jesus
A black Mohammad
From the Egyptian pyramids
To rise again
The African dream
Of beauty
Of end of to struggle
Long live the African dream
Form:
Ralph Ellison is my Father,
For I am Invisible,
I am real,
And I tire of people telling me different,
I am very real,
And yet Invisible,
I am the frailty of a man who is not allowed to feel,
For I am an appendage of other people's feelings,
I am a mirror for their beauty and as long as I show them a pretty reflection,
They love me,
But when I open up to show them a tired, pain ridden child,
They see past him, to their own wants and needs and emotional greed,
Even their queries as to my welfare, are self serving litmus tests for their own grandiosity,
Ralph Ellison is my father,
And I am invisible.
Amen.
As soon as Odey arrived,
The villagers greeted in roar
Like the verdicts of Lions.
He was lifted high and
Gongs gave their salutations,
For Odey, the great salt
Discoverer has arrived.
Wrestlers pay allegiance
By displaying black skills,
He walked shoulder high
And his praises were lifted high.
Women swung their backyards,
Making the men's mouth water,
For the great hunter has arrived.
Jubilation is sure, all anger cured.
Gun powder entered the air to
Inform the sky of the black discoverer,
The seed of Yala*.
Children orchestrating black rhythm
And rhyme, happy to see the salts.
Welcome Odey, welcome black hero,
For thou art a true meaning of an African sunset....
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Yala* is my mother's tribal dialect.