The world is in ruins
Look at the tech
What's still at stake with revolution?
We already living in a postmodern irrational society
Look at content creation
Social media sickness
Modern day decency is paradoxical
What's right doesn't necessarily need to be logic
Heritage is no more ordinary
Cultures die
Neocolonialism is a parasite
Look at the steak of the third world
Civilization a killer radical
Brought us urbanization now its global warming time
There's no more trust in authority
Governments are derogatory
And the world citizens are sick
Surviving_Pawn
Neocolonialism
I fell in love
It cost everything
The moment I lost myself
I've heard of wars were people take all you have. The ones you love, The things you like and sometimes even normalness and identity. What does it feel to ache to be normal to be comfortable. Things to be perfect... So that your mind will be sane.
I am dumb
I accept that
Like an illness with no cure
I know how it feels
When I don't know where it will be shot right here
Ohhhh
Too much traumas
Only to realise am on stage
Maybe a comedian
What do these producers want to watch
Hmmm
I am fooled
If the world was one billion
They will tell me there is no life.
If I gave a dream
They will destroy me
An idea
Cost a person
My own is theirs
They steal mine in gazillions
And give me rubbish... A handful and that is the worst love.
To the flowers that never get hold of turgidity
Even with the morning dew
Its faded petals once enjoyed a bright youth
It lived, while it had to and forgot of the later rains
Hurry! To the single moms, formerly “slay queens”
They spent their all to the seductive Swag hood, Fools
Get old to get wiser, sorry for the principle,
You are not to blame
To the future we will never participate
I cry for your fate, we never thought you were real
We robbed your generation, and created a chasm between
We were living our destiny so we stand corrected
Quixotically we planned your present,
So long as it filled the pocket of the absurd torch bearers
Its sustainability didn’t matter, not to them
We are sorry that you will still be submissive to neocolonialism
Get old to get wiser, I guess there are exceptions
Which is the real African dream?
building an independent continent?
decolonization of neocolonialism?
I think it is a no!
Which is the virgin African dream?
is it life of mutual brotherhood?
can it be continental patriotism?
I think it is a no!
Which is the African dream?
becoming a world super power?
protecting resources for posterity?
I think it is a no
African dream is a dead dream
whenever the Africa begins to dream
noises and skirmishes wake him
out of bed he runs!
But I think I know African dream
It is individual not communitarian
ballooning belly, head, pockets with pride
then skating the planet!
The African mass does not dream
once noise ejects them from dream- beds
they trek to where citizens have dreamt
to pick bits of life!
Africans, do dream virgin African dreams
Nothing is so precious, nothing is so great
Peace on earth I cherish so much without doubt
Even if rancour exist between many nations
Active participation in peace talks brings about
Cumulative efforts to end external aggressions
Existing between the Jews,Palestinians and other nations
Orchestrated by selfish interest,religious bigotry and favoritism
Now is the time to shun racism,ethnicity and neocolonialism
Expanded programs on maintenance of peace would be a good notion
Action must be taken against leaders who commit genocide secretly
Reports made on any country producing weapon of mass destruction
The superpowers must demonstrate love by conceding more to really
Help the poorer nations to overcome their economic quagmires.
My fatherland oh Africa!
A robe of glory and glamour
spread on this terrestrial ball
with golden…green scenery
-a symbol of beauty and blessings
Africa! A mansion of might and memories
built on a dark rock…of mysteries
on which were engraved immortal images;
Thy rooms of strength and dignity
are pages of passion and pride
Africa! A giant on the global field of play
I saw thee in thy dark years
when thy strength was sapped by western parasites
and thy golden fluid sucked by white pests
- a slap on the face of fairness and freedom
But now oh Africa! Thou art fat and flourishing
and clothed with the robe of peace and unity;
Thy aroma of power, perceived by the super powers
Is once more tapped and used to rule thee once more
-neocolonialism modernized
Arise oh Africa! Thou art a king
thy princes have got brains and brawns
and thy princesses have got virtues and voices;
Arise out of thy sorrowful slumber
-let me know you this Africa, my fatherland.
words of woes warring on the platter of mire
painted on my colour by mouth that burns with unjust fire
injustice, neocolonialism and inequality soaked in lies
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